Love - thou art high -Dickinson didn't travel to New York to see the painting, though Samuel Bowles (ED's beloved "Master," according to Farr) may have seen some of Church's works on a visit to the city in November 1859.
I cannot climb thee -
But, were it Two -
Who knows but we -
Taking turns - at the Chimborazo -
Ducal - at last - stand up by thee -
Love - thou art deep -
I cannot cross thee -
But, were there Two -
Instead of One -
Rower, and Yacht - some sovreign Summer -
Who knows - but we'd reach the Sun?
Love - thou art Vailed -
A few - behold thee -
Smile - and alter - and prattle - and die -
Bliss - were an Oddity - without thee -
Nicknamed by God -
To come full circle, I myself saw the wall-size painting when it was exhibited at the Met (in 1993) as part of an exposition of American art and culture. All I remember now of that interesting if overstuffed show (it had an inevitably miscellaneous nature, as I recall) is Heart of the Andes, and - opposite end of the telescope - a handful of tiny Civil War era daguerrotypes, whose images of people long since deceased were haunting, clear, and immediate.
And of course, Frederic Church built his magnificent home in the Sky here, in Hudson, at Olana.
Ah, I should look up the name of the Icelandic volcano which is causing so much havoc these days. I might encode it in a poetic line for you - how I don't wish volcanos to melt glaciers - save for one. Eyjafjallajökull, darling.