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Saturday, January 4, 2003

On His Deceased Wife

Rating: 2.7
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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bahut achchhee kavita. mere lie hindee mein anuvaad dhanyavaad, I know small english me do not able to understand in american
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M Asim Nehal 15 December 2015
Great imagery and nice poem...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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Warren Jones 09 August 2013
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!
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