Dante Gabriel Rossetti

The House of Life: 97. a Superscription

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