453 <br /> <br />Love—thou art high— <br />I cannot climb thee— <br />But, were it Two— <br />Who know but we— <br />Taking turns—at the Chimborazo— <br />Ducal—at last—stand up by thee— <br /> <br />Love—thou are deep— <br />I cannot cross thee— <br />But, were there Two <br />Instead of One— <br />Rower, and Yacht—some sovereign Summer— <br />Who knows—but we'd reach the Sun? <br /> <br />Love—thou are Veiled— <br />A few—behold thee— <br />Smile—and alter—and prattle—and die— <br />Bliss—were an Oddity—without thee— <br />Nicknamed by God— <br />Eternity—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-thou-art-high/
