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 oh! as to embrace me she inclined, I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night.
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