Look in my face my name is Might-have-been. I am also called No-more, Too-late, Farewell.
Look in my face my name is Might-have-been. I am also called No-more, Too-late, Farewell.
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.
Was it a friend or foe that spread these lies; Nay, who but infants question in such wise, 'twas one of my most intimate enemies.
A sonnet is a moment's monument, -Memorial from the Soul's eternity; To one dead deathless hour.
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