477 <br /> <br />No Man can compass a Despair— <br />As round a Goalless Road <br />No faster than a Mile at once <br />The Traveller proceed— <br /> <br />Unconscious of the Width— <br />Unconscious that the Sun <br />Be setting on His progress— <br />So accurate the One <br /> <br />At estimating Pain— <br />Whose own—has just begun— <br />His ignorance—the Angel <br />That pilot Him along—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-man-can-compass-a-despair/
