TO these whom death again did wed <br />This grave 's the second marriage-bed. <br />For though the hand of Fate could force <br />'Twixt soul and body a divorce, <br />It could not sever man and wife, <br />Because they both lived but one life. <br />Peace, good reader, do not weep; <br />Peace, the lovers are asleep. <br />They, sweet turtles, folded lie <br />In the last knot that love could tie. <br />Let them sleep, let them sleep on, <br />Till the stormy night be gone, <br />And the eternal morrow dawn; <br />Then the curtains will be drawn, <br />And they wake into a light <br />Whose day shall never die in night. <br /> <br />TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, <br /> That from the nunnery <br />Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind <br /> To war and arms I fly. <br /> <br />True, a new mistress now I chase, <br /> The first foe in the field; <br />And with a stronger faith embrace <br /> A sword, a horse, a shield. <br /> <br />Yet this inconstancy is such <br /> As thou too shalt adore; <br />I could not love thee, Dear, so much, <br /> Loved I not Honour more.<br /><br />Richard Crashaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-epitaph-upon-husband-and-wife-who-died-and-we/
