Author 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. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments