Sunday, August 26, 2012

Sunday Thought: the world we're losing

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 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 persever,
That when we live no more, we may live ever.

"To My Dear and Loving Husband"
by Anne Bradstreet (1612-72)


Thomas D said...

"one's not half two. It's two are halves of one" ~ Edward Estlin Cummings.

Yes, to Mistress Bradstreet. A fine poem and a truly noble sentiment.

William Luse said...

That e.e. was, I don't know, inimitable or something.

Beth Impson said...

I love this poem! Thanks for posting it; it's certainly apropos in today's climate.