SONNET ON THE DEATH OF HIS WIFE

That blessed sunlight that once showed to me

My way to heaven more plain more certainly,

And with her bright beam banished utterly

All trace of mortal sorrow far from me,

Has gone from me, has left her prison sad,

And I am blind and alone and gone astray,

Like a lost pilgrim in a desert way

Wanting the blessed guide that once he had.

Thus with a spirit bowed and mind a blur

I trace the holy steps where she has gone,

By valleys and by meadows and by mountains,

And everywhere I catch a glimpse of her.

She takes me by the hand and leads me on,

And my eyes follow her, my eyes made fountains.