METHOUGHT I saw my late espoused Saint <br /> Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave, <br /> Whom Joves 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 Heaven without restraint, <br />Came vested all in white, pure as her mind: <br /> Her face was vail'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/on-his-deceased-wife/
