Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

The Goal

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.

1. На вещи, нужные душе • Our Own Possessions — Though Our Own
2. Undue Significance a Starving Man Attaches
3. The Shelter
4. When I Hoped I Feared
5. Time's Lesson

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