Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

To Mary ---- - Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

O Mary dear, that you were here
With your brown eyes bright and clear.
And your sweet voice, like a bird
Singing love to its lone mate
In the ivy bower disconsolate;
Voice the sweetest ever heard!
And your brow more...
Than the sky
Of this azure Italy.
Mary dear, come to me soon,
I am not well whilst thou art far;
As sunset to the sphered moon,
As twilight to the western star,
Thou, beloved, art to me.

O Mary dear, that you were here;
The Castle echo whispers 'Here!'

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 1, 2010

Poem Edited: Sunday, May 8, 2011

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