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.