To Mary Shelley

[Published by Mrs. Shelley, "Poetical Works", 1839, 2nd edition.]



My dearest Mary, wherefore hast thou gone,
And left me in this dreary world alone?
Thy form is here indeed--a lovely one--
But thou art fled, gone down the dreary road,
That leads to Sorrow's most obscure abode;                           _5
Thou sittest on the hearth of pale despair,
Where
For thine own sake I cannot follow thee.
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TO MARY SHELLEY.
[Published by Mrs. Shelley, "Poetical Works", 1839, 2nd edition.]
The world is dreary,
And I am weary
Of wandering on without thee, Mary;
A joy was erewhile
In thy voice and thy smile,                                          _5
And 'tis gone, when I should be gone too, Mary.