I cross till I am weary by Emily Dickinson
I cross till I am weary A Mountain -- in my mind -- More Mountains -- then a Sea -- More Seas -- And then A Desert -- find --
And My Horizon blocks With steady -- drifting -- Grains Of unconjectured quantity -- As Asiatic Rains --
Nor this -- defeat my Pace -- It hinder from the West But as an Enemy's Salute One hurrying to Rest --
What merit had the Goal -- Except there intervene Faint Doubt -- and far Competitor -- To jeopardize the Gain?
At last -- the Grace in sight -- I shout unto my feet -- I offer them the Whole of Heaven The instant that we meet --
They strive -- and yet delay -- They perish -- Do we die -- Or is this Death's Experiment -- Reversed -- in Victory?
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