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 Dickinsonbr br