A Letter to her Husband, absent upon Publick employment
Anne Bradstreet
1612 to 1672
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My head, my heart, mine Eyes, my life, nay more,
My joy, my Magazine of earthly store,
If two ______ one, as surely thou and I,
How stayest thou there, whilst I at Ipswich lye?
So many steps, head ______ the heart to sever
If but a neck, soon ______ we be together:
I like the earth this season, ______ in black,
My Sun is gone so far in’s Zodiack,
Whom whilst I ’joy’d, nor storms, nor frosts I felt,
His warmth such frigid colds did cause to melt.
______ chilled limbs now nummed lye forlorn;
Return, return sweet ______ from Capricorn;
In this dead time, alas, what can ______ more
Then view those fruits which through thy heat ______ bore?
Which sweet contentment yield me for a space,
______ living Pictures of their Fathers face.
O strange effect! ______ thou art Southward gone,
I weary grow, the tedious ______ so long;
But when thou Northward to me shalt return,
I wish my Sun may never set, but burn
______ the Cancer of my glowing breast,
The welcome house ______ him my dearest guest.
Where ever, ever stay, and ______ not thence,
Till natures sad decree shall call thee hence;
Flesh of thy flesh, bone of thy bone,
I here, thou there, yet both but one.