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.
(Louisa Sarah Bevington)
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