Each life converges to some centre
Expressed or still;
Exists in every human nature
A goal,
Admitted scarcely to itself, it may be,
Too fair
For credibility's temerity
To dare.
Adored with caution, as a brittle heaven,
To reach
Were hopeless as the rainbow's raiment
To touch,
Yet persevered toward, surer for the distance;
How high
Unto the saints' slow diligence
The sky!
Ungained, it may be, by a life's low venture,
But then,
Eternity enables the endeavoring
Again.
The Goal
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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Poem topics: heaven, nature, rainbow, sky, human, eternity, venture, touch, goal, reach, high, slow, distance, life, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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