If, Mary, that imperious face,
And not in dreams alone,
Come to this shadow-haunted place
And claim dominion;
If, for your sake, I do unqueen
Some well-remembered ghost,
Forgetting much of what hath been
Best loved, remembered most;
It is your witchery, not my will,
Your beauty, not my choice:
My shadows knew me faithful, till
They heard your living voice.
I am busy working to bring Arthur Symons's "To Mary" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
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