Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton (Каролина Нортон)

Mary

YES, we were happy once, and care
My jocund heart could ne'er surprise;
My treasures were, her golden hair,
Her ruby lips, her brilliant eyes.
My treasures were--alas! depart
Ye visions of what used to be!
Cursed be the heart--the cruel heart--
That stole my Mary's love from me.

Dark are my joyless days--and thou--
Dost thou too dream, and dreaming weep?
Or, careless of thy broken vow,
Unholy revels dost thou keep?
No, Mary, no,--we loved too well,
Such deep oblivion cannot be;
Cursed be the lips, where guile could dwell,
To lure thy love away from me!

It cannot be!--ah! haply, while
With wild reproach I greet thy name,
Thy ruby lip hath ceased to smile--
Thy happy head is bowed with shame!
Haply, with haggard want opprest,
Thou weepest where no eye may see;
Cursed be the spoiler's cruel breast--
But, oh! my Mary--heaven shield thee! 

1. The Chapel Royal St. James’s, on the 10th February, 1840
2. Sonnet 13. LITTLE they think, the giddy and the vain
3. Sonnet 5. BECAUSE I know that there is that in me
4. Sonnet 9. WHEN our young Queen put on her rightful crown
5. The Fever-Dream

Bessie Parkes (Бесси Паркс) Mary ("WAVES which discourse, in a melodious whisper")

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