Each Life Converges to some Centre —
by Emily Dickinson (1830–1886) English
Each Life Converges to some Centre —
Expressed — or still —
Exists in every Human Nature
A Goal —
Embodied scarcely to itself — it may be —
Too fair
For Credibility's presumption
To mar —
Adored with caution — as a Brittle Heaven —
To reach
Were hopeless, as the Rainbow's Raiment
To touch —
Yet persevered toward — sure — for the Distance —
How high —
Unto the Saint's slow diligence —
The Sky —
Ungained — it may be — by a Life's low Venture —
But then —
Eternity enable the endeavoring
Again.
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It swallows substance up —
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