Sonnet XXIII: Methought I saw my late espousèd saint

Methought I saw my late espousèd saint
   Brought to me like Alcestus from the grave,
   Whom Jove’s great Son to her glad husband gave,
   Rescu’d 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.
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