A sad 'Mary' poem, although in a number of collections it was unknown to me until I heard Carry Akroyd sing it some years ago in Helpston Church at a Festival.
Where
is the heart thou once hast won
Can
cease to care about thee
Where
is the eye thou'st smiled upon
Can
look for joy without thee
Lorn
is the lot one heart hath met
That’s
lost to thy caressing
Cold
is the hope that loves thee yet
Now
thou art past possessing
Fare
thee well
We
met we loved we’ve met the last
The
farewell word is spoken
O
Mary canst thou feel the past
&
keep thy heart unbroken
To
think how warm we loved & how
Those
hopes should blossom never
To
think how we are parted now
&
parted, oh! for ever
Fare
thee well
Thou
wert the first my heart to win
Thou
art the last to wear it
&
though another claims akin
Thou
must be one to share it
Oh,
had we known when hopes were sweet
That
hopes would once be thwarted
That
we should part no more to meet
How
sadly we had parted
Fare
thee well
The Rural Muse (1835)
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