John B. Tabb

"He entered; but the mask he wore Concealed his face from me. Still, something I had seen before He 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.""

"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."