My dearest Mary, wherefore hast thou gone, And left me in this dreary world alone! Thy form is here indeed -- a lovely one -- But thou art fled, gone down the dreary road, That leads to Sorrow's most obscure abode; Thou sittest on the hearth of pale despair, where For thine own sake I cannot follow thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GRASSHOPPER AND CRICKET by JOHN KEATS WEARINESS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ROBINSON CRUSOE by MOTHER GOOSE AMORETTI: 68 by EDMUND SPENSER IN MEMORIAM (EASTER 1915) by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS ADDRESS TO SUBSCRIBERS .. FUND FOR CLOTHING CHILDREN CHARITY SCHOOL by BERNARD BARTON DIRGE FOR A YOUNG MAIDEN by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |