Poems and Fragments of Percy Bysshe Shelley by Percy Bysshe Shelley, Thomas Hutchinson

To Mary Shelley — My dearest Mary, wherefore hast thou gone

My dearest Mary, wherefore hast thou gone, And left me in this dreary world alone? Thy form is here indeed—a lovely one— But thou art fled, gone down the dreary road, That leads to Sorrow’s most obscure abode; Thou sittest on the hearth of pale despair, Where For thine own sake I cannot follow thee.

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