Each Life Converges to Some Center 
(Poem 680) 
By Emily Dickinson 

Each Life Converges to some Center –– 
Expressed –– or still –– 
Exists in every Human Nature 
A Goal –– 

Embodied scarcely to itself –– it may be –– 
Too fair 
For Credibility’s presumption 
To mar –– 

Adored with caution –– as a Brittle Heaven –– 
To reach 
Were hopeless, as the Rainbow’s Raiment 
To touch –– 

Yet persevered toward –– sure –– 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 enable the endeavoring 
Again.

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