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.
(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