Poems (Browning)/Love Song
Love Song
No tower too high, but love will fly To reach the steepest pinnacle;No sea too deep, but love will sleep Safely on the angry swell.
No sad regret that may be ours, No cross that we shall ever bear,No sorrow we cannot forget, But love will ever comfort there.
No song but will sound strangely sweet Though plaintive, with a sad refrain,When love holds close the throbbing harp And gently whispers o'er the strings.
No home secure within the wood, No plain too barren and alone,For some day, o'er the waiting sea, I'll come to claim you for mine own.