Poem 7 ~ Glinton 2009
Here’s where Mary loved to be
& here are flowers she planted
Here are books she loved to see
& here the kiss she granted
Here on the wall with smiling brow
Her picture used to cheer me
Both walls & rooms are naked now
No Mary’s nigh to hear me
The church spire still attracts my eye
& leaves me broken hearted
Though grief hath worn their channels dry
I sigh o'er days departed
The churchyard where she used to play
My feet could wander hourly
My school walks there was every day
Where she made winter flowery
But where is angel Mary now
Loves secrets none disclose 'em
Her rosy cheeks & broken vow
Live in my aching bosom
& here are flowers she planted
Here are books she loved to see
& here the kiss she granted
Here on the wall with smiling brow
Her picture used to cheer me
Both walls & rooms are naked now
No Mary’s nigh to hear me
The church spire still attracts my eye
& leaves me broken hearted
Though grief hath worn their channels dry
I sigh o'er days departed
The churchyard where she used to play
My feet could wander hourly
My school walks there was every day
Where she made winter flowery
But where is angel Mary now
Loves secrets none disclose 'em
Her rosy cheeks & broken vow
Live in my aching bosom
.
[from Child Harold]
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