Love, thou art high,

Love, thou art high,
I cannot climb thee,
But, were it two,
Who knows but we
Taking turns at the Chimbarazu
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
Sov'reign 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.