Epitaph

Katherine Philips

1632 to 1664

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Buried in a morning Cloud.
But t'will bid him long good night.
Can't with Hermes Seal resist
So the subtle Alchemist,
In so small room to be confined:
Long we gathering are with pain,
Too promising, too great a mind
So exactly lim'd and fair,
Seven years childless marriage past,
As a long life promised,
Full of good Spirits, Meen, and Air,
A Son, a son is born at last:
What one moment calls again.
Half so glorious as his Eyes,
And so the Sun if it arise
Like this Infant, takes a shrowd,
Youth and Beauty both are dust.
Yet, in less than six weeks dead.
The powerful spirit's subtler flight,
He quickly broke the Prison shell.
What on Earth deserves our trust?
Therefore, as fit in Heaven to dwell,