I Twice Forty moneths in wedlock I did stay, Then had my vows crown'd with a lovely boy. And yet in forty days he dropt away; O! swift vicissitude of humane joy! II I did but see him, and he disappear'd, I did but touch the Rose=bud, and it fell; A sorrow unfore=seen and scarcely fear'd, Soe ill can mortalls their afflictions spell. III And now (sweet Babe) what can my trembling heart Suggest to right my doleful fate or thee? Tears are my Muse, and sorrow all my Art, So piercing groans must be thy Elogy. IV Thus whilst no eye is witness of my mone, I grieve thy loss (Ah boy too dear to live) And let the unconcerned World alone, Who neither will, nor can refreshment give. V An Off'ring too for thy sad Tomb I have, Too just a tribute to thy early Herse, Receive these gasping numbers to thy grave, The last of thy unhappy Mothers Verse. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR REMEMBERING HOW TO LIVE WITHOUT YOU by JAMES GALVIN FROM THE DARK TOWER by COUNTEE CULLEN LINES FROM A PLUTOCRATIC POETASTER TO A DITCH-DIGGER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS SONNET: DREAM-LOVE by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |