Emily Dickinson

United States
10 Dec 1830 // 15 May 1886
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Each Life Converges to Some Centre

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.

Emily Dickinson, in 'Complete Poems'
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