Faith be the shadow of love,
Cleaved unto love's side for aye.
Love be born with nay why
Upon its lips and likewise Faith.
He who questions faith receiveth silence,
For the bond twixt faith and love
Be too holy for prating.
by Emily Dickinson
914
I cannot be ashamed
Because I cannot see
The love you offer-
Magnitude
Reverses Modesty
And I cannot be proud
Because a Height so high
Involves Alpine
Requirements
And Services of Snow.