Love-thou Art High
Emily Dickinson
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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