Methought I saw my late espoused saint


Methought I saw my late espoused saint
      Brought to me like Alecestis from the grave,
      Whom Jove's great son to her glad husband gave,
      Rescued from Death by force, though pale and faint.
Mine, as whom washed 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 heaven without restraint,
Came vested all in white, pure as her mind.
      Her face was veiled; yet to my fancied sight
      Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person shined
So clear as in no face with more delight.
      But O, as to embrace me she inclined,
      I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night.


John Milton.