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Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит)


To My Dear and Loving Husband


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 cannot 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 persever,
That when we live no more, we may live ever.



Anne Bradstreet's other poems:
  1. The Four Ages of Man
  2. Deliverance from Another Sore Fit
  3. Upon Some Distemper of Body
  4. Deliverance from a Fit of Fainting
  5. To Her Father with Some Verses


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