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I cross till I am weary

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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Poem I cross till I am weary - Emily Dickinson