Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been; <br />I am also called 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 unuttered the frail screen. <br />Mark me, how still I am! But should there dart <br />One moment through thy soul the soft surprise <br />Of that winged 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/sonnet-xcvii-a-superscription/
