On his Deceas’d Wife
Methought I saw my late espoused Saint
Brought to me like Alcestis from the Grave,
Whom Jove’s great Son to her glad Husband gave,
Rescu’d from Death by Force though pale and faint.
Mine as whom wash’d from Spot of childbed Taint
Purification in the old Law did save,
And such, as yet once more I trust to have
Full Sight of her in Heav’n without restraint,
Came vested all in white, pure as her Mind:
Her Face was veil’d, yet to my fancied Sight,
Love, Sweetness, Goodness in her Person shined
So clear, as in no Face with more Delight.
But O as to embrace me she inclin’d
I wak’d, she fled, and Day brought back my Night.
26 May 2009
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