On His Blindness - John Milton
When I have Fears - John Keats
and getting away from the Johns,
Dover Beach - Matthew Arnold
The first two both speak to and break my heart, as an artist, a person of faith, and hell, just as a human being.
The last one by Matthew Arnold dazzled and amazed me with it's beauty when I was just fourteen. God, the early stanza's description of the beach, the cliffs, the waves, the night - I know the poem by heart, even today.