All’s dimming now.
I hardly see the way before my feet, —
Out of sight, beyond light, at what goal may we meet?
Look in my face; my name is Mighthavebeen;
I am also call'd Nomore, Toolate, Farewell;
Up to my ear I hold a dead-sea shell
Up to my eyes a glass where that is seen
Which had Life's form and Love's....
One yet, one last remains...
She comes, she comes
Beata! Beata Beatrix!
Through her the Florentine
Found the new life
And the new sweet style
The New Life —
The true life, the only life
Through you, by you lady may I hope?
So long I have served your vision.
Speak to me, that hope may be
The last part of me living....