Epitaph
Katherine Philips
1632 to 1664
Track 1
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Buried in a morning Cloud.
Seven years childless marriage past,
Youth and Beauty both are dust.
Half so glorious as his Eyes,
Therefore, as fit in Heaven to dwell,
Too promising, too great a mind
So the subtle Alchemist,
Like this Infant, takes a shrowd,
He quickly broke the Prison shell.
Yet, in less than six weeks dead.
As a long life promised,
What one moment calls again.
And so the Sun if it arise
In so small room to be confined:
Full of good Spirits, Meen, and Air,
Long we gathering are with pain,
The powerful spirit's subtler flight,
So exactly lim'd and fair,
But t'will bid him long good night.
A Son, a son is born at last:
What on Earth deserves our trust?
Can't with Hermes Seal resist