To Mary Poem by William Wordsworth

To Mary

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Let other bards of angels sing,
Bright suns without a spot;
But thou art no such perfect thing:
Rejoice that thou art not!

Heed not tho' none should call thee fair;
So, Mary, let it be
If nought in loveliness compare
With what thou art to me.

True beauty dwells in deep retreats,
Whose veil is unremoved
Till heart with heart in concord beats,
And the lover is beloved.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Britte Ninad 12 April 2019

such a lovely and beautiful poem..........+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++10

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Bhagabat Prasad Hotta 01 November 2018

SO NICE POEM......THANK YOU SIR........

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