Author Emily Dickinson 833 Perhaps you think me stooping I'm not ashamed of that Christ—stooped until He touched the Grave— Do those at Sacrament Commemorative Dishonor Or love annealed of love Until it bend as low as Death Redignified, above? Tags death love love poem love poems love poems for her love poetry poems about love romantic 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