To My Dear and Loving Husband

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The classic poem for this issue of

The Fairfield Review

was written by Anne Bradstreet, a woman who came to Colonial America with the Puritans and lived here in the 17th Century. It is a tribute to love in the face of adversity and fitting for the Valentine season. --jgh

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 persevere

That when we live no more, we may live ever.

A brief biography of Anne Bradstreet may be found at the University of Toronto's

Representative Poetry On-line

web site. --egh