“To Mary” by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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!’

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