Epitaph
Katherine Philips
1632 to 1664
Track 1
Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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Therefore, as fit in Heaven to dwell,
Youth and Beauty both are dust.
But t'will bid him long good night.
Seven years childless marriage past,
Full of good Spirits, Meen, and Air,
A Son, a son is born at last:
Buried in a morning Cloud.
Half so glorious as his Eyes,
In so small room to be confined:
So the subtle Alchemist,
And so the Sun if it arise
As a long life promised,
The powerful spirit's subtler flight,
What on Earth deserves our trust?
So exactly lim'd and fair,
He quickly broke the Prison shell.
Can't with Hermes Seal resist
Long we gathering are with pain,
Yet, in less than six weeks dead.
Like this Infant, takes a shrowd,
What one moment calls again.
Too promising, too great a mind