'Tis a record in heaven. You, that were Her children, and grand-children, read it here! Transmit it to your nephews, friends, allies, Tenants, and servants, have they hearts, and eyes, To view the truth and own it. Do but look With pause upon it; make this page your book; Your book? Your volume! Nay, the state, and story! Code, digests, pandects of all female glory! @3Diphthera Jovis:@1 She was the light (without reflex Upon her self) to all her sex! The best of women, her whole life Was the example of a wife! Or of a parent, or a friend! All circles had their spring and end In her, and what could perfect be, Or without angles, it was she! All that was solid, in the name Of virtue, precious in the frame: Or else magnetic in the force, Or sweet, or various, in the course! What was proportion, or could be By warrant called just symmetry, In number, measure, or degree Of weight, or fashion, it was she. Her soul possessed her flesh's state In fair freehold, not an inmate: And when the flesh, here, shut up day, Fame's heat upon the grave did stay; And hourly brooding o'er the same, Keeps warm the spice of her good name, Until the dust returned be Into a phoenix, which is she. For this did Katherine, Lady Ogle, die To gain the crown of immortality, Eternity's great charter; which became Her right, by gift, and purchase of the lamb: Sealed, and delivered to her, in the sight Of angels, and all witnesses of light, Both saints, and martyrs, by her loved lord. And this a copy is of the record. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EDITH CONANT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS OCTAVES: 21 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ON A LADY SINGING by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE LATE SINGER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS TOMMY'S DEAD by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: COMMON FORM by RUDYARD KIPLING |