My Dearest Mary, Wherefore Hast Thou Gone, And Left Me In This Dreary World Alone? Thy Form Is Here Indeed - A Lovely One - But Thou Art Fled, Gone Down The Dreary Road, That Leads To Sorrow'S Most Obscure Abode; Thou Sittest On The Hearth Of Pale Despair, Where For Thine Own Sake I Cannot Follow Thee.