LOVE'S height is easy scaling; skies allure; Who feels the day-warmth needs must find it fair; Strong eagles ride the lofty sunlit air, Risking no rivals while their wings endure. Yet is thy noblest still thy least secure, And failing thee -- shall then thy love despair? Shall not thy heart more holily prepare Some depth unfathomable, -- perfect-pure? Say that to thee there come love's dreadful call The downward swiftness of thy Best to see; Say that he sin or sicken, what of thee? Are thine arms deeper yet to stay his fall? Scarcely love's utmost may in heaven be; To hell it reacheth so 'tis love at all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HIRAM POWERS' GREEK SLAVE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE COCK AND THE FOX, OR THE TALE OF THE NUN'S PRIEST by GEOFFREY CHAUCER SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 92 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SONNET: 99 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE TO EDWARD FITZGERALD by ALFRED TENNYSON POET'S CORNER by ALFRED AUSTIN |