From “The House of Life”
WHEN do I see thee most, belovèd one?
When in the light the spirits of mine eyes
Before thy face, their altar, solemnize
The worship of that Love through thee made known?
Or when, in the dusk hours (we two alone),
Close-...

Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been;
  I am also called 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...

The Wind flapped loose, the wind was still,
Shaken out dead from tree and hill:
I had walked on at the wind’s will,—
I sat now, for the wind was still.

Between my knees my forehead was,—
My lips, drawn in, said not Alas!
My hair was over in the...

Consider the sea’s listless chime:
  Time’s self it is, made audible—
  The murmur of the earth’s own shell.
Secret continuance sublime
  Is the sea’s end: our sight may pass
  No furlong further. Since time was,
This sound hath told the lapse of...

The BlessÈd damozel 1 leaned out
  From the gold bar of Heaven;
Her eyes were deeper than the depth
  Of waters stilled at even,
She had three lilies in her hand,
  And the stars in her hair were seven.

Her robe, ungirt from clasp to hem,...

  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 lights around the shore.

  You have been mine before,—
    How long ago I may not know:
  ...