Sometimes Thou Seem'st Not As Thyself Alone,

Look In My Face; My Name Is Might-have-been; I Am Also Call'd No-more, Too-late, Farewell.

Sudden Light I Have Been Here Before, But When Or How I Cannot Tell: I Know The Grass Beyond The Door, The Sweet Keen Smell, The Sighing Sound, The Light Around The Shore.

At Length Their Long Kiss Severed, With Sweet Smart:and As The Last Slow Sudden Drops Are Shedfrom Sparkling Eaves When All The Storm Has Fled,so Singly Flagged The Pulses Of Each Heart.

The Sea Hath No King But God Alone.

Tis Visible Silence, Still As The Hour-glass.