A Love Letter to Her Husband If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov'd 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 recompetence.
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 persever
That when we live no more, we may live ever. Speaker
- A wife who misses her husband
- Mood
- When I read this poem I felt happy because I think love is a beautiful thing and I hope to love someone that much one day. You can sense how much she loves him by reading the poem.
- Tone
- Thankfulness, because I believe the author is thankful for her husband and she is asking the God to reward him. Happy for the love that they have and cautions him so that they can work to keep it.
- Imagery
- Paradox
- "When we live no more, we may live ever"- This is a paradox because when you die your dead.
- "If ever two were one, then surley we" - This is a paradox because no one can ever be one.
- Figurative Language
- iambic pentameter
- inversion- if ever man was love by wife then thee, if ever wife was happy in a man.
- Sound
- repetition in the first 3 lines, "If ever"
- Rhyming couplets
Reflection: After reading the poem “A Love Letter to Her Husband” I came to the conclusion that Anne Bradstreet demonstrates her love for her husband through her comparisons. She shows her readers that she is convinced that her love is superior to any other. She even "dares" other wives to compare their love to hers. She is thankful for her husband and asks God to reward him for everything he has done for her. I cannot relate to this poem on a companion level, but I do love someone the way Anne loves her husband. I have an unconditional love for my mother, no matter what I will always love and respect her. I believe that she should get rewarded for everything she does for not only me, but my family. She is a single mother and works very hard to give my siblings and I the life she never had. Due to this, I connect with the way Anne adores her husband. I think she did an excellent job expressing her emotions and gratitude towards her husband.
Dear Diary,
When I first met him I knew he was going to be the one I would share the rest of my life with. He has a way of looking at me that makes my knees go week and my heart skip a beat. He is the best thing that has ever happened to me, who would have ever thought that I, Anne, would find someone to love me? Since the day we were wed, I thank God daily for sending me such an amazing husband. After we were betrothed, we made the decision to immigrate to America. We did this in hope to get away from religious persecution and make a better life for ourselves. Ever since he has worked so hard to insure that our family was feed, and out of harms way. Unlike many of my friend’s husbands he has never bared a hand on me, which is a blessing because I can feel safe in my own home. My husband is none the less than perfect, I praise God for giving me the honor of having his presence in my life.
By Night when Others Soundly Slept
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By night when others soundly slept And hath at once both ease and Rest, My waking eyes were open kept And so to lie I found it best.
I sought him whom my Soul did Love, With tears I sought him earnestly. He bow'd his ear down from Above. In vain I did not seek or cry. My hungry Soul he fill'd with Good; He in his Bottle put my tears, My smarting wounds washt in his blood, And banisht thence my Doubts and fears.
What to my Saviour shall I give Who freely hath done this for me? I'll serve him here whilst I shall live And Loue him to Eternity.
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- Speaker
- A person that can't sleep because their thankful that her savior died for her.
- Mood
- When reading this I felt thankful because it reminded me of everything that God has done for me, it reminds me of how much he did for us.
- Tone
- The author's tone is thankful for everything God has done for her.
Upon the Burning of Her Houser
In silent night when rest I took,
For sorrow near I did not look,
I waken'd was with thund'ring noise
And piteous shrieks of dreadful voice.
That fearful sound of "fire" and "fire,
"Let no man know is my Desire.
I starting up, the light did spy,
And to my God my heart did cry
To straighten me in my Distress
And not to leave me succourless.
Then coming out, behold a space
The flame consume my dwelling place.
And when I could no longer look,
I blest his grace that gave and took,
That laid my goods now in the dust.
Yea, so it was, and so 'twas just.
It was his own; it was not mine.
Far be it that I should repine,
He might of all justly bereft
But yet sufficient for us left.
When by the Ruins oft I past
My sorrowing eyes aside did cast
And here and there the places spy
Where oft I sate and long did lie.
Here stood that Trunk, and there that chest,
There lay that store I counted best,
My pleasant things in ashes lie
And them behold no more shall I.
Under the roof no guest shall sit,
Nor at thy Table eat a bit.
No pleasant talk shall 'ere be told
Nor things recounted done of old.
No Candle 'ere shall shine in Thee,
Nor bridegroom's voice ere heard shall bee.
In silence ever shalt thou lie.
Adieu, Adieu, All's Vanity.
Then straight I 'gin my heart to chide:
And did thy wealth on earth abide,
Didst fix thy hope on mouldring dust,
The arm of flesh didst make thy trust?
Raise up thy thoughts above the sky
That dunghill mists away may fly.
Thou hast a house on high erect
Fram'd by that mighty Architect,
With glory richly furnished
Stands permanent, though this be fled.
It's purchased and paid for too
By him who hath enough to do.
A price so vast as is unknown,
Yet by his gift is made thine own.
There's wealth enough; I need no more.
Farewell, my pelf; farewell, my store.
The world no longer let me love;
My hope and Treasure lies above.
- Speaker
- A person who experiences their house burning down.
- Mood
- After reading this poem I felt
- Tone
- In the beginning the author was petrified for herself and her possessions. She catches her self doubting God and then begins to feel resured and at peace because she knew that God has a plan for her.
- Imagery
- ashes
- the sky
- eyes with sorrow
- candle
- flesh
- chest/ trunks