Font Color='#880000'How High May Spirits Soar? (Sonnet) /Font
How high may spirits soar? How high is hope?
How high is happiness? How high the sky?
What trembling thoughts, ascend with me, this happy slope,
Towards the moon, the stars: Tell me how high?
How high the Heaven, when and where my angels sing?
Their hymns, I hear resound through all my soul.
How high is colour? Where exquisite Light may bring
A gentle goodness; Swoon! How high the whole?
How high the price for this? Would not be dear enough.
My senses, all the Universe, below!
Each crest, each vale, each life so far is near enough-
Oh Joy! Oh Happiness! Undreamed before!
What seems so small conveys a heart so high above;
I need to know in words: How high is Love?