Goldfinch (1)/Tell me, Mary

Tell me, Mary.

Oh, tell me, tell me, Mary dear,
Whence is that pensive sigh?
Oh, tell me whence the pearly tear
That trembles in thine eye?
I cannot, dare not hope for love;
Yet on that cheek I see
What would the softest wishes move,

If they were shed for me.

And yet in Mary's gentle soul,
Some pitying thoughts may dwell,
And those bright drops that silent roll
The tender secret tell.
Oh, Mary! calm thy lover's fears,
Who lives for none but thee,
And say that all the sighs and tears,
Are only given to thee.