English poem
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Such love as mourning Husbands have To her whose Spirit has been newly given To her guardian Saint in Heaven-- Whose Beauty lieth in the grave--
(Unconquered, as if the Soul could find no purer Tabernacle, nor place of sojourn than the virgin Body it had before dwelt in, and wished to stay there till the Resurrection)--
Far liker to a Flower now than when alive, Cold to the Touch and blooming to the eye.
Sept. 1803. Now first published from an MS.