Category: Romantic Love Poems    To Mary   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. 
 
		
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