Epitaph

Katherine Philips

1632 to 1664

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