Anne Bradstreet Poems
|41.||In My Solitary Hours In My Dear Husband His Absence||1/3/2003|
|42.||Here Follow Several Occasional Meditations||12/31/2002|
|43.||The Flesh And The Spirit||5/10/2001|
|44.||The Author To Her Book||5/10/2001|
|47.||The Vanity Of All Worldly Things||1/3/2003|
|48.||Deliverance From A Fit Of Fainting||12/31/2002|
|49.||A Love Letter To Her Husband||12/31/2002|
|50.||Here Follows Some Verses Upon The Burning Of Our House||1/3/2003|
|51.||By Night When Others Soundly Slept||5/10/2001|
|52.||To Her Father With Some Verses||5/10/2001|
|53.||Verses Upon The Burning Of Our House, July 18th, 1666||5/10/2001|
|54.||Flesh And The Spirit, The||12/31/2002|
|55.||A Letter To Her Husband||12/31/2002|
|56.||Before The Birth Of One Of Her Children||5/10/2001|
|58.||We May Live Together||12/31/2002|
|59.||Of The Four Ages Of Man||12/31/2002|
|60.||In Reference To Her Children||5/10/2001|
|61.||Author To Her Book, The||12/31/2002|
|62.||To My Dear And Loving Husband||5/10/2001|
To My Dear And Loving Husband
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov'd 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 recompetence.
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 persever
That when we live no more, we may live ever.
Phoebus make haste, the day's too long, be gone,
The silent night's the fittest time for moan;
But stay this once, unto my suit give ear,
And tell my griefs in either hemisphere.
(And if the whirling of thy wheels don't drown'd)
The woeful accents of my doleful sound,
If in thy swift carrier thou canst make stay,
I crave this boon, this errand by the way,
Commend me to the man more loved than life,