by John Lowe (1750 - 1798)

Mary's dream
Language: English 
Available translation(s): FRE
The moon had climb'd the highest hill
  Which rises o'er the source of Dee,
And from the eastern summit shed
  Her silver light on tow'r and tree;
When Mary laid her down to sleep,
  Her thoughts on Sandy far at sea;
When soft and low a voice was heard,
  Saying "Mary, weep no more for me."
 
She from her pillow gently rais'd
  Her head, to ask who there might be;
She saw young Sandy shiv'ring stand,
  With visage pale and hollow e'e;
"O Mary dear, cold is my clay,
  It lies beneath a stormy sea;
Far, far from thee, I sleep in death;
  So, Mary, weep no more for me."
 
"Three stormy nights and stormy days
  We toss'd upon the raging main,
And long we strove our bark to save,
  But all our striving was in vain.
Ev'n then, when horror chill'd my blood,
  My heart was fill'd with love for thee:
The storm is past, and I at rest, 
  So Mary weep no more for me.

"O maiden dear, thyself prepare,
  We soon shall meet upon that shore,
Where love is free from doubt and care,
  And thou and I shall part no more."
Loud crow'd the cock, the shadow fled,
  No more of Sandy could she see;
But soft the passing spirit said,
  "Sweet Mary, weep no more for me."

F. Mendelssohn sets stanzas 1, 3, 2, 4
J. Haydn sets stanzas 1, 2, 4

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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Le rêve de Mary", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Researcher for this text: Ferdinando Albeggiani

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 32
Word count: 222