On My Aunt Mrs. A. K. Poem by Anne Killigrew

On My Aunt Mrs. A. K.

Rating: 2.8


Drown'd under London-bridge, in the Queens Bardge, Anno 1641


The Darling of a Father Good and Wise,
The Vertue, which a Vertuous Age did prize;
The Beauty Excellent even to those were Faire,
Subscrib'd unto, by such as might compare;
The Star that 'bove her Orb did always move,
And yet the Noblest did not Hate, but Love;
And those who most upon their Title stood,
Vail'd also to, because she did more Good.
To whom the Wrong'd, and Worthy did resort,
And held their Sutes obtain'd, if only brought;
The highest Saint in all the Heav'n of Court.
So Noble was her Aire, so Great her Meen,
She seem'd a Friend, not Servant to the Queen.
To Sin, if known, she never did give way,
Vice could not Storm her, could it not betray.

When angry Heav'n extinguisht her fair Light,
It seem'd to say, Nought's Precious in my sight;
As I in Waves this Paragon have drown'd,
The Nation next, and King I will confound.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 25 August 2017

Was quite a tribute until the last 4 lines. I am surprised that her death was so undeserved- -everything born on this earth must also die. Though I disagree with the philosophy behind these lines- I thought they were the strongest and most worthy lines in the piece

2 0 Reply
Seamus O Brian 25 August 2017

Calls to mind the words of the philosopher William Joel, who reminded us that only the good die young. Interesting perspective of the author that the end of life in this frame of existence is an extinguishment carried out by an angry heaven, rather than the usual contemporary view of a good soul having been called home.

2 0 Reply
Anita Aparajita Das 25 August 2017

The Star that 'bove her Orb did always move, And yet the Noblest did not Hate, but Love; Loved these lines. Enjoyed reading it. 10.

0 0 Reply
Edward Kofi Louis 25 August 2017

In my sight! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

1 0 Reply
Kumarmani Mahakul 25 August 2017

A beautiful poem with stunning expression. It may be quoted... When angry Heav'n extinguisht her fair Light, It seem'd to say, Nought's Precious in my sight; As I in Waves this Paragon have drown'd, The Nation next, and King I will confound. Thanks and congratulation to her soul for being selected as the poem of the day.

1 0 Reply
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success