LIFE
Yet persevered toward, surer for the distance;
How high
Unto the saints’ slow diligence
The sky!
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.
But then,
Eternity enables the endeavoring
Again.
LXII
BEFORE I got my eye put out,
I liked as well to see
As other creatures that have eyes,
And know no other way.
I liked as well to see
As other creatures that have eyes,
And know no other way.
But were it told to me, to-day,
That I might have the sky
For mine, I tell you that my heart
Would split, for size of me.
That I might have the sky
For mine, I tell you that my heart
Would split, for size of me.
The meadows mine, the mountains mine,—
All forests, stintless stars,
As much of noon as I could take
Between my finite eyes.
All forests, stintless stars,
As much of noon as I could take
Between my finite eyes.
The motions of the dipping birds,
The lightning’s jointed road,
For mine to look at when I liked,—
The news would strike me dead!
The lightning’s jointed road,
For mine to look at when I liked,—
The news would strike me dead!
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