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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 child-bed taint
Purification
in the Old Law did save,
And such, as yet once more I
trust to have
Full sight of her in Heav'n 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 O, as to
embrace me she inclined,
I waked, she fled, and day
brought back my night.
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