Such love as mourning Husbands have. To her whose spirit has been newly given To be his guardian Saint in Heaven Whose Beauty lieth in the Grave Unconquered as if the Soul could find no @3purer@1 Tabernacle, nor place of Sojourn, than the virgin Body it had before dwelt in, & wished to stay there till the Resurrection -- Far liker to a Flower now than when alive -- Cold to the Touch & blooming to the eye -- | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE DAYS OF PRISMATIC COLOR by MARIANNE MOORE SHELTERED GARDEN by HILDA DOOLITTLE SONNET: 46 by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN ON A LADY WHO FANCIED HERSELF A BEAUTY by CHARLES SACKVILLE (1637-1706) VULTURES by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM |