Epitaph
Katherine Philips
1632 to 1664
Track 1
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Full of good Spirits, Meen, and Air,
But t'will bid him long good night.
Youth and Beauty both are dust.
Seven years childless marriage past,
Like this Infant, takes a shrowd,
The powerful spirit's subtler flight,
What on Earth deserves our trust?
Too promising, too great a mind
So exactly lim'd and fair,
As a long life promised,
Half so glorious as his Eyes,
Therefore, as fit in Heaven to dwell,
And so the Sun if it arise
So the subtle Alchemist,
Can't with Hermes Seal resist
A Son, a son is born at last:
Yet, in less than six weeks dead.
Long we gathering are with pain,
He quickly broke the Prison shell.
Buried in a morning Cloud.
In so small room to be confined:
What one moment calls again.