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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