Emily Dickinson

Love Thou Art High

poem 453

Love thou art high I cannot climb thee But, were it Two Who know but we Taking turns at the Chimborazo Ducal at last stand up by thee Love thou are deep I cannot cross thee But, were there Two Instead of One Rower, and Yacht some sovereign Summer Who knows but we’d reach the Sun? Love thou are Veiled A few behold thee Smile and alter and prattle and die Bliss were an Oddity without thee Nicknamed by God Eternity

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