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