Methought I saw my late espoused Saint <br />Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave, <br />Who Jove's great Son to her glad Husband gave, <br />Rescu'd from death by force though pale and faint. <br />Mine as whom washt from spot of child-bed taint <br />Purification in the old Law did save, <br />And such as yet once more I trust to have <br />Full sight of her in Heav'n without restraint, <br />Came vested all in white, pure as her mind: <br />Her face was veil'd, yet to my fancied sight <br />Love, sweetness, goodness in her person shin'd <br />So clear, as in no face with more delight. <br />But O as to embrace me she enclin'd <br />I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night.<br /><br />John Milton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/methought-i-saw-my-late-espoused-saint/
