back


From Johnson 697:

Love-thou art high-
I cannot climb thee-
But, were it Two-
Who knows but we-
Taking turns-at the Chimborazo-

Ducal-at last-stand up by thee-
Love-thou art 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 art Veiled-
A few- behold thee-
Smile-and alter-and prattle-and die-
Bliss-were an Oddity-without thee-
Nicknamed by God-
Eternity-

back



Go to the Dickinson Electronic Archive