To Mary

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

The twentieth year is well-nigh past,
Since first our sky was overcast;
Ah, would that this might be the last!
My Mary!
Thy spirits have a fainter flow,
I see thee daily weaker grow--
'Twas my distress that brought thee low,
My Mary!
Thy needles, once a shining store,
For my sake restless heretofore,
No rust disused, and shine no more,
My Mary!
For though thou gladly wouldst fulfil
The same kind office for me still,
Thy sight now seconds not thy will,
My Mary!
But well thou play'd the housewife's part,
And all thy threads with magic art
Have wound themselves about this heart,
My Mary!
Thy indistinct expressions seem
Like language utter'd in a dream;
Yet me they charm, whate'er the theme,
My Mary!
Thy silver locks, once auburn bright,
Are still more lovely in my sight
Than golden beams of orient light,
My Mary!
For could I view nor them nor thee,
What sight worth seeing could I see?
The sun would rise in vain for me,
My Mary!
Partakers of thy sad decline,
Thy hands their little force resign;
Yet, gently press'd, press gently mine,
My Mary!
And then I feel that still I hold
A richer store ten thousandfold
Than misers fancy in their gold,
My Mary!
Such feebleness of limbs thou prov'st,
That now at every step thou mov'st
Upheld by two; yet still thou lov'st,
My Mary!
And still to love, though press'd with ill,
In wintry age to feel no chill,
With me is to be lovely still,
My Mary!
But ah! by constant heed I know
How oft the sadness that I show
Transforms thy smiles to looks of woe,
My Mary!
And should my future lot be cast
With much resemblance of the past,
Thy worn-out heart will break at last,
My Mary!

-William Cowper

Other poetry

khoobsurat dosti ka rishta

कहते हैं कि दोस्ती का रिश्ता,
The Whole World Adopt Indian Culture

 

Have ever you thought.

.

.

.

The Whole World Adopt

HAR PAL LARTA HAI

कभी हंसाती है तो कभी रुलाती है जिंदगी

YE MERE DESH KI NAHI HAI

हीं, ये मेरे देश की आंखें नहीं हैं

�

zindagi jina bhl gaya

कब सपनों के लिए,

सपनों का घर छोड़ द�

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and

Undying Love

I told you I loved you.

You didn't hesitate to say it back.

You held me in your a

The Good Little Boy

Once there was a boy who never

Tore his clothes, or hardly ever,

Never made his s

MAN SE SWIKAR

एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )

Storm Of Fears

The winds are wild

The lightning strikes

The thunder booms

The storm is c