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!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MR. S.T. COLERIDGE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE NILE by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT THE AUTHOR'S EPITAPH, MADE BY HIMSELF by WALTER RALEIGH MUIOPOTMOS, OR THE FATE OF THE BUTTERFLIE by EDMUND SPENSER |