| Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891. | | | | Love | | By Jones Very (1813–1880) |
| | | I ASKED of Time to tell me where was Love; | |
| He pointed to her footsteps on the snow, | |
| Where first the angel lighted from above, | |
| And bid me note the way and onward go; | |
| Through populous streets of cities spreading wide, | 5 |
| By lonely cottage rising on the moor, | |
| Where bursts from sundered cliff the struggling tide, | |
| To where it hails the sea with answering roar, | |
| She led me on; o’er mountain’s frozen head, | |
| Where mile on mile still stretches on the plain, | 10 |
| Then homeward whither first my feet she led | |
| I traced her path along the snow again; | |
| But there the sun had melted from the earth | |
| The prints where first she trod, a child of mortal birth. | | | | |
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