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Posted by Sweeney the Wanderer
on: 24 March 1998

This is by the American Puritan poet Anne Bradstreet (1612-1672)

To My Dear And Loving Husband
Anne Bradstreet

The Poems of Mrs. Anne Bradstreet (1612-1672): Together with Her Prose Remains
edited by Charles Eliot Norton & Frank Easton Hopkins
New York: The Duodecimos, 1897

If ever two were one than surely we,
If ever man were loved by wife, than 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.

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