To Mary—

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 thesky

Of this azure Italy.

Mary dear, come to me soon,

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;

The Castle echo whispers 'Here!'