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TO MARY; FROM THE NOVEL OF MARY DE CLIFFORD, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Where art thou, mary, pure as fair
Last Line: Raises a wild tempestuous flame.
Subject(s): Clifford, Mary De


WHERE art thou, Mary, pure as fair,
And fragrant as the balmy air,
That, passing, steals upon its wing
The varied perfumes of the spring?
With tender bosom, white as snow;
With auburn locks, that freely flow
Upon thy marble neck; with cheeks
On which the blush of morning breaks;
Eyes, in whose pure and heavenly beams
The radiance of enchantment seems;
A voice, whose melting tones would still
The madness of revenge from ill;
A form of such a graceful mould,
We scarce an earthly shape behold;
A mind of so divine a fire
As angels only could inspire! --
Where art thou, Mary? For the sod
Is hallow'd where thy feet have trod;
And every leaf that's touch'd by thee
Is sanctified, sweet maid, to me.
Where dost thou lean thy pensive head?
Thy tears what tender tale can shed?
Where dost thou stretch thy snowy arm?
And with thy plaintive accents charm?
But hold! that image through my frame
Raises a wild tempestuous flame.





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