Love hath his meter too, to trace
Those bounds which never yet were given,—
To measure that which mocks at space,
Is deep as death, and high as heaven.
Love hath his treasure hoards, to pay
True faith, or goodly service done,—
Dear priceless nothings, which outweigh
All riches that the sun shines on.
Helen Selina Sheridan [1807-1867]
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From "Maud"
O, let the solid ground,
Not fail beneath my feet
Before my life has found
What some have found so sweet;
Then let come what come may,
What matter if I go mad,
I shall have had my day.
Let the sweet heavens endure,
Not close and darken above me
Before I am quite quite sure
That there is one to love me!
Then let come what come may
To a life that has been so sad,
I shall have had my day.
Alfred Tennyson [1809-1892]