I cross till I am weary

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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 steady - drifting - 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 perish - Do we die -
Or is this Death's Experiment -
Reversed - in Victory?