The Walk in the Woods
High Heaven is insecure. Give me my paradise while these warm arms endure.
Come, my Love! let us walk in this brake. Where I can see you sleep, and watch you wake. So much of pleasure, for Mortality's poor sake.
Anna Wickham
High Heaven is insecure. Give me my paradise while these warm arms endure.
Come, my Love! let us walk in this brake. Where I can see you sleep, and watch you wake. So much of pleasure, for Mortality's poor sake.
The speaker doesn’t trust what comes after death. “High Heaven is insecure,” she says, so she asks for her paradise now, while she and her lover can still hold each other. She calls him into a brake — a wild, sheltered patch of woods — where she can watch him sleep and wake.
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