Percy Bysshe Shelley
To Mary Shelley - Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
THE world is dreary,
And I'm weary
Of wandering on without thee, Mary;
A joy was erewhile
In thy voice and thy smile,
And 'tis gone, when I should be gone too, Mary.
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