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'