Love -- thou art high by Emily Dickinson
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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