Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Someday, husband

Anne Bradstreet

If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee, give recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way repay,
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let's so persevere
That when we live no more, we may live ever.

1641-1643?                                      1678

1 comment:

  1. aaah i love anne bradstreet! I had this very same poem printed out and framed for alden for our 2nd anniversary two mondays ago:) doesn't it just make you swoon???:)