Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been; <br /> I am also call'd No-more, Too-late, Farewell; <br /> Unto thine ear I hold the dead-sea shell <br /> Cast up thy Life's foam-fretted feet between; <br /> Unto thine eyes the glass where that is seen <br /> Which had Life's form and Love's, but by my spell <br /> Is now a shaken shadow intolerable, <br /> Of ultimate things unutter'd the frail screen. <br /> <br /> Mark me, how still I am! But should there dart <br /> One moment through thy soul the soft surprise <br /> Of that wing'd Peace which lulls the breath of sighs,-- <br /> Then shalt thou see me smile, and turn apart <br /> Thy visage to mine ambush at thy heart <br /> Sleepless with cold commemorative eyes.<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-house-of-life-97-a-superscription/
