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Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867.

VIII. A Dream of His Lost Wife

John Milton (1608–1674)

METHOUGHT I saw my late espoused saint

Brought to me, like Alcestis, 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 th’ 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!