In anguish of my heart replete with woes,
And wasting pains, which best my body knows,
In tossing slumbers on my wakeful bed,
Bedrenched with tears that flowed from mournful head,
Till nature had exhausted all her store,
Then eyes lay dry, disabled to weep more;
And looking up unto his throne on high,
Who sendeth help to those in misery;
He chased away those clouds and let me see
My anchor cast i' th' vale with safety.
He eased my soul of woe, my flesh of pain,
and brought me to the shore from troubled main.
(C) Anne Bradstreet
03/22/2017
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