550 <br /> <br />I cross till I am weary <br />A Mountain—in my mind— <br />More Mountains—then a Sea— <br />More Seas—And then <br />A Desert—find— <br /> <br />And My Horizon blocks <br />With steady—drifting—Grains <br />Of unconjectured quantity— <br />As Asiatic Rains— <br /> <br />Nor this—defeat my Pace— <br />It hinder from the West <br />But as an Enemy's Salute <br />One hurrying to Rest— <br /> <br />What merit had the Goal— <br />Except there intervene <br />Faint Doubt—and far Competitor— <br />To jeopardize the Gain? <br /> <br />At last—the Grace in sight— <br />I shout unto my feet— <br />I offer them the Whole of Heaven <br />The instant that we meet— <br /> <br />They strive—and yet delay— <br />They perish—Do we die— <br />Or is this Death's Experiment— <br />Reversed—in Victory?<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-cross-till-i-am-weary/
