EDWARD

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EDWARD and ELIZABETH HARGOT To these, whom death again did wed, This grave's their second marriage-bed. For though the hand of Fate could force, Twixt soul and body a divorce, It could not sunder man and wife, 'Muse they both lived but one lie. Peace, good reader. Do not weep. Peace, the lovers are asleep. They, sweet turtles, folded lie, In the last knot love could tie. And though they lie as they were dead, Their pillow stone, their sheets of lead, (Pillow hard, and sheets not warm), Love made the bed; they'll take no harm. Let them sleep, let them sleep on, Till this stormy night be gone, Till th' eternal morrow dawn; Then the curtains will be drawn, And they wake into a light, Whose day shall never die in night. - Richard Crashaw Love your daughters, Natalie and Kimberley.

As published in Winnipeg Free Press on Feb 27, 2010