THE world is dreary, <br />And I'm weary <br />Of wandering on without thee, Mary; <br />A joy was erewhile <br />In thy voice and thy smile, <br />And 'tis gone, when I should be gone too, Mary.<br /><br />Percy Bysshe Shelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-mary-shelley/
