Saturday, March 24, 2007

Saturday Poet: Anne Bradstreet

Brief blogging, because I am having a wonderful time with The Best Friend and her fiancee, mother, and friend. Wedding showers are fun! And being the best bridesmaid ever (I believe it is called "Maid of Honor") is a glorious task.

So for The Best Friend and Her Best Man, a poem by today's poet, Anne Bradstreet:

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.

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