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 sudden - blinding - 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 stagger - Do we die - Or is this Death's Experiment - Reversed - in Victory?
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