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John Milton - Sonnet XXIII. On His Deceased Wife
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Methought I saw my late espoused Saint 
Brought to me like Alcestus from the grave, 
Who Jove`s great Son to her glad Husband gave, 
Rescu`d from death by force though pale and faint. 
Mine as whom washt from spot of child-bed taint 
Purification in the old Law did save, 
And such as yet once more I trust to have 
Full sight of her in Heav`n without restraint, 
Came vested all in white, pure as her mind: 
Her face was veil`d, yet to my fancied sight 
Love, sweetness, goodness in her person shin`d 
So clear, as in no face with more delight. 
But O as to embrace me she enclin`d 
I wak`d, she fled, and day brought back my night.
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