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 the sky

Of this Azure italy.
Mary dear come to me soon
I'a, not well whilst thou are 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!