Monday, October 12, 2009

"To Mary," by Charles Wolfe

"To Mary"

If I had thought thou couldst have died,
I might not sweep 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 over,
And I on thee shouldst smile on me!


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, blake 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 wqas round thee such a dawn
Of light ne'er seen before,
As fancy never could have drwan,
And never can restore!

2 comments:

shereen shetewy said...

I want to know the analytical artical of "to Mary" poem

ALSO THE MEANING OF couldst ,wouldst

Prof. Wit said...

Dear Shereen, I also want to know how you think of the poem, for the analysis is our work in class. You and your colleagues and I are to attempt the analysis. Thx 4 ur comment.

(NB * "couldst": "could"
* "wouldst": "would")