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Poem by Caroline Norton


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! 



Caroline Norton


Caroline Norton's other poems:
  1. Babel
  2. The Pilgrim of Life
  3. I Was Not False to Thee
  4. The King of DenmarkТs Ride
  5. Love Not


Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • William Blake Mary ("Sweet Mary, the first time she ever was there")
  • Robert Southey Mary ("Who is she, the poor Maniac, whose wildly-fix'd eyes")
  • Robert Anderson Mary ("O Mary! when the wild wind blows")
  • Bessie Parkes Mary ("WAVES which discourse, in a melodious whisper")

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