<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115388" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Letter to Her Husband, Absent upon Public Employment</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My head, my heart, mine eyes, my life, nay, more,<br>My joy, my magazine of earthly store,<br>If two be one, as surely thou and I,<br>How stayest thou there, whilst I at Ipswich lie?<br>So many steps, head from the heart to sever,<br>If but a neck, soon should we be together.<br>I like the Earth this season, mourn in black,<br>My Sun is gone so far in's zodiac,<br>Whom whilst I 'joyed, nor storms, nor frost I felt,<br>His warmth such frigid colds did cause to melt.<br>My chilled limbs now numbed lie forlorn;<br>Return; return, sweet Sol, from Capricorn;<br>In this dead time, alas, what can I more<br>Than view those fruits which through thy heat I bore?<br>Which sweet contentment yield me for a space,<br>True living pictures of their father's face.<br>O strange effect! now thou art southward gone,<br>I weary grow the tedious day so long;<br>But when thou northward to me shalt return,<br>I wish my Sun may never set, but burn<br>Within the Cancer of my glowing breast,<br>The welcome house of him my dearest guest.<br>Where ever, ever stay, and go not thence,<br>Till nature's sad decree shall call thee hence;<br>Flesh of thy flesh, bone of thy bone,<br>I here, thou there, yet but both one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Bradstreet">Anne Bradstreet</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115388" data-title="A Letter to Her Husband, Absent upon Public Employment de Anne Bradstreet" data-description="My head, my heart, mine eyes, my life, nay, more,/My joy, my magazine of earthly store,/If two be one, as surely thou and I,/How stayest thou there, whilst I at Ipswich lie?/So many steps, head from the heart to sever,/If but a neck, soon should w..."></div> </div> </div>

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