To Mary.....Charles Wolfe (Charles poetry) from dashing poetry

IF I had thought thou couldst have died,
I might not weep for thee.......
But I forgot,when by thy side,
That thou couldst mortal be....
It never through my mind had past....
The time would e'er be o'er,
And I on thee should look my last,
And thou shouldst smile no more...!

And still upon that face I look,
And think 'twill smile again.....
And still the thought I will not brook,
That I must look in vain.
But when I speak thou dost not say...
What thou ne'er left'st unsaid.....
And now I feel, as well I may,
Sweet Mary,thou art dead.......!
If thou wouldst stay,e'en as thou art,
All cold and all serene....
I still might press thy silent heart,
And where thy smiles have been...
While e'en thy chill,bleak corse I have,
Thou seemest still mine own....
But there I lay thee in thy grave,
And I am now alone....!

I do not think,where'er thou art,
Thou hast forgotten me...
And I,perhaps,may soothe this heart...
In thinking too of thee....
Yet there was round thee such a dawn...
Of light ne'er seen before,
As fancy never could have drawn,
And never can restore....!