In Memory Of My Dear Grandchild Anne Bradstreet, Who Deceased June 20, 1699, Being Three Years And S
Anne Bradstreet
With troubled heart and trembling hand I write.
The heavens have changed to sorrow my delight.
How oft with dissappointment have I met
When I on fading things my hopes have set.
Experience might 'fore this have made me wise
To value things according to their price.
Was ever stable joy yet found below?
Or perfect bliss without mixture of woe?
I knew she was but as a withering flower,
That's here today, perhaps gone in an hour;
Like as a bubble, or the brittle glass,
Or like a shadow turning, as it was.
More fool, then, I to look on that was lent
As if mine own, when thus impermanent.
Farewell, dear child; thou ne'er shalt come to me,
But yet a while and I shall go to thee.
Meantime my throbbing heart's cheered up with this-
Thou with thy Savior art in endless bliss.
(C) Anne Bradstreet
01/01/2000
Best Poems of Anne Bradstreet
- To My Dear And Loving Husband
- Contemplations
- Another
- The Prologue
- Spirit
- Prologue
- The Four Ages Of Man: 05 - Old Age
- The Romane Monarchy, Being The Fourth And Last, Beginning Anno Mundi, 3213.
- Flesh And The Spirit, The
- In My Solitary Hours In My Dear Husband His Absence
- In Honour Of That High And Mighty Princess, Queen Elizabeth
- Epitaphs
- The Four Ages Of Man: 04 - Middle Age
- The Four Ages Of Man: 03 - Youth
- The Four Ages Of Man: 02 - Childhood
- The Four Ages Of Man: 01 - Introduction
- The Flesh And The Spirit
- In Reference To Her Children, 23 June 1659
- In Memory Of My Dear Grandchild Anne Bradstreet, Who Deceased June 20, 1699, Being Three Years And S
- In Honour Of That High And Mighty Princess, Queen Elizabeth
- By Night When Others Soundly Slept