To Lucasta, On Going to the Wars
by Richard Lovelace (1618-1658)
Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind
That from the nunnery
Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind,
To war and arms I fly.
True, a new mistress now I chase,
The first foe in the field;
And with a stronger faith embrace
A sword, a horse, a shield.
Yet this inconstancy is such
As you too shall adore;
I could not love thee, dear, so much,
Loved I not honor more.
We'll also celebrate my second grader's first sacrament of reconciliation Saturday.
3 comments:
Ooh, so lovely! I will hold you and your family in my prayers during this time of distance.
Oh wow, seven months. You'll be in my thoughts and prayers.
I passed this on to my son who is in the National Guard and he liked it very much.
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