Brat Farrar (bratfarrar) wrote,
Brat Farrar
bratfarrar

Poem: On His Deceased Wife

Methought I saw my late espoused saint
Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave,
Whom Jove's great son to her glad husband gave,
Rescued from Death by force, though pale and faint.
Mine, as whom washed from spot of childbed taint
Purification in the Old Law did save,
And such as yet once more I trust to have
Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint,
Came vested all in white, pure as her mind.
Her face was veiled; yet to my fancied sight
Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person shined
So clear as in no face with more delight.
But, oh! as to embrace me she inclined,
I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night.

-John Milton
Tags: poetry
Subscribe

Posts from This Journal “poetry” Tag

  • poem: Song of the Mad Prince

    - Walter de la Mare Who said, "Peacock Pie"? The old King to the sparrow: Who said, "Crops are ripe"? Rust to the harrow: Who…

  • Poem: September

    - Hilaire Belloc I, from a window where the Meuse is wide, Looked eastward out to the September night; The men that in the hopeless battle died…

  • Poem: Night and Noon Flower

    - Walter de la Mare Not any flower that blows But shining watch doth keep; Every swift changing chequered hour it knows Now to break forth in…

  • Post a new comment

    Error

    default userpic

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.
  • 0 comments