If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, than 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 aught by love from thee give recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way reply;
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let’s so persevere,
That when we live no more we may live ever.
by Anne Bradstreet
Anne Bradstreet was born as Anne Dudley on 20 March 1612 in Northampton, England. She was Puritan by faith. She was married to Simon Bradstreet in 1628. She became the first published woman poet and writer in British colonial America. Her first volume of poetry was, “The Tenth Muse Lately Sprung Up in America” (1650). Anne Bradstreet passed on at 60 years of age on 16 September 1672 in North Andover, Massachusetts.