poet Percy Bysshe Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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To Mary ----

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!'

Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 1, 2010
Poem Edited: Sunday, May 8, 2011

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Comments about To Mary ---- by Percy Bysshe Shelley

  • Dr Tony BrahminDr Tony Brahmin (2/4/2020 4:17:00 AM)

    O Liebste Maria, dass du hier warst
    Mit deinen braunen Augen und klar.
    Und deine süße Stimme, wie ein Vogel.
    Singende Liebe zu seinem.. Ein sehr gutes Gedicht. tony

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