The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/To Mary—
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TO MARY ———
[Published by Mrs. Shelley, Posthumous Poems, 1824.]
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: 5
Voice the sweetest ever heard!
And your brow more . . . .
Than thesky
Of this azure Italy.
Mary dear, come to me soon, 10
I am not well whilst thou art far;
As sunset to the spherèd moon,
As twilight to the western star,
Thou, belovèd, art to me.
O Mary dear, that you were here; 15
The Castle echo whispers '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: 5
Voice the sweetest ever heard!
And your brow more . . . .
Than thesky
Of this azure Italy.
Mary dear, come to me soon, 10
I am not well whilst thou art far;
As sunset to the spherèd moon,
As twilight to the western star,
Thou, belovèd, art to me.
O Mary dear, that you were here; 15
The Castle echo whispers 'Here!'