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Hamnet

Hamnet,
The dearest kin of mine, you I address.
Together we did live from womb and birth,
and though the loss I always shall possess
I cannot cast away the years of mirth.
Amidst the happy years we sang and play’d,
the hazy afternoons of Henley Street.
Imagine then, how horror’d and dismayed
I was upon your sickened death so fleet.
In church so aptly named, I now commit
your soul to rest in Holy Trinity
so that the day this life I wholly quit,
in paradise together we will be.
Now I, in sonnet, sing this written thought,
because you loved the words our Father wrought.
Your sister,
Judith

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