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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?
