Poems (Browning)/Mother Love

Mother Love
Sometimes the Storm King hovered near;
At window-pane and shaking door,
He boldly threatened ill to all
When denied entrance to the hall.
But safely tucked in, snug and warm,
What cared I for impending harm?
From every trial strength you drew,
How can I ever tell to you
Of what I know was love untold,
A fearless, boundless sea of love;
You'd hold me close, nor give release,
Though Heaven or earth or all should cease.