John Milton

(9 December 1608 – 8 November 1674 / London, England)

On His Deceased Wife - Poem by John Milton

METHOUGHT I saw my late espoused Saint
   Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave,
   Whom Joves great Son to her glad Husband gave,
   Rescu'd from death by force though pale and faint.
Mine as whom washt from spot of child-bed taint,
   Purification in the old Law did save,
   And such, as yet once more I trust to have
   Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint,
Came vested all in white, pure as her mind:
   Her face was vail'd, yet to my fancied sight,
   Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person shin'd
So clear, as in no face with more delight.
   But O as to embrace me she enclin'd
   I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night.


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  • Rookie - 9 Points Warren Jones (8/9/2013 10:55:00 AM)

    I don't know how I ever got past the first twelve lines (I still find them tedious) , but the last two! They had more impact on me than anything I've ever read. Wonderful! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003



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