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To My Dear and Loving
Husband
Anne Bradstreet (1612?-1672)
Dedicated to her husband, Simon Bradstreet.
If ever two
were one, then surely we.
If ever man
were loved 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 connot 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 persevere
That when
we live no more, we may live ever.
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