O Mary dear, that you were here <br />With your brown eyes bright and clear. <br />And your sweet voice, like a bird <br />Singing love to its lone mate <br />In the ivy bower disconsolate; <br />Voice the sweetest ever heard! <br />And your brow more... <br />Than the sky <br />Of this azure Italy. <br />Mary dear, come to me soon, <br />I am not well whilst thou art far; <br />As sunset to the sphered moon, <br />As twilight to the western star, <br />Thou, beloved, art to me. <br /> <br />O Mary dear, that you were here; <br />The Castle echo whispers 'Here!'<br /><br />Percy Bysshe Shelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-mary-4/
