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...A SERVANT TO SERVANTS by ROBERT FROST THE KISS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR TO MY SWEETHEART by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE NOVEMBER by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES EPITAPH ON MR. JOHN DEANE, OF NEW COLLEGE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) THE ARTIST by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE [LAZY] ROOF by FRANK GELETT BURGESS |