. <br /> Twice forty months of Wedlock did I stay, <br /> Then had my vows crown'd with a Lovely boy, <br /> And yet in forty days he dropt away, <br /> O swift Visissitude of humane joy. <br /> <br />. <br /> I did but see him and he dis-appear'd, <br /> I did but pluck the Rose-bud and it fell, <br /> A sorrow unforeseen and scarcely fear'd, <br /> For ill can mortals their afflictions spell. <br /> <br />. <br /> And now (sweet Babe) what can my trembling heart <br /> Suggest to right my doleful fate or thee, <br /> Tears are my Muse and sorrow all my Art, <br /> So piercing groans must be thy Elogy. <br /> <br />. <br /> <br /> Thus whilst no eye is witness of my mone, <br /> I grieve thy loss ( Ah boy too dear to live) <br /> And let the unconcerned World alone, <br /> Who neither will, nor can refreshment give. <br /> <br />. <br /> <br /> An Off'ring too for thy sad Tomb I have, <br /> Too just a tribute to thy early Herse, <br /> Receive these gasping numbers to thy grave, <br /> The last of thy unhappy Mothers Verse.<br /><br />Katherine Philips<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/orinda-upon-little-hector-philips/
