To My Dear and Loving Husband
by Anne Bradstreet
If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were loved by wife, then thee. If ever wife was happy in a man, Compare with me, ye women, if you can. I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold, Or all the riches that the East doth hold. My love is such that rivers cannot quench, Nor ought but love from thee give recompense. Thy love is such I can no way repay; The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray. Then while we live, in love let’s so persever, That when we live no more, we may live ever.
I love Anne Bradstreet's poem, To My Dear and Loving Husband.
When my husband and I renewed our vows a few years ago, I read him this poem. The words just made sense to me and spoke to me of my relationship with my husband.
Over 400 years ago...
Ann Bradstreet was born in England in 6012. She married Samuel Bradstreet at age 16 and they were married until Anne's death in 1672. Anne and Samuel, along with Anne's parents, immigrated to Massachusetts two years after Anne and Samuel were married. Anne's poetry was first published in 1650.