He entered; but the mask he woreConcealed his face from me.Still, something I had seen beforeHe brought to memory."Who art thou? What thy rank, thy name?"I questioned, with surprise;"Thyself" the laughing answer came,"As seen of others' eyes."
"The Stranger", in Poems (1894)
Why should I stay? Nor seed nor fruit have I,But, sprung at once to beauty’s perfect round,Nor loss nor gain nor change in me is found,—A life-complete in death-complete to die.John B. Tabb