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 recompence.

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.

-by Anne Bradstreet

Anne Bradstreet is considered by many to be America’s first woman poet. Mrs. Bradstreet was the wife of the governor of Massachusetts and the mother of eight children. She was a Puritan who lived from 1612-1672 and both wrote and published her poems during her lifetime.