Year of Gratitude - Day 17 - Poetry 2

This poem is one that speaks to me in many personal ways. When I first read it, I was going through a difficult situation (not with my husband). My husband was there for me through all tears, struggle and uncertainty.

To My Dear and Loving Husband
By Anne Bradstreet

If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold,
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way repay;
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let’s so persever,
That when we live no more, we may live ever.

As always, the Poetry Foundation provides the poem, a reading, the history behind it and a guide to the poem's content.

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