I many times thought Peace had come
When Peace was far away—
As Wrecked Men—deem they sight the Land—
At Centre of the Sea—
And struggle slacker—but to prove
As hopelessly as I—
How many the fictitious Shores—
Before the Harbor be—
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- I Took My Power In My Hand
- It Ceased To Hurt Me, Though So Slow
- Drab Habitation Of Whom?
- Cocoon Above! Cocoon Below!
- In Winter In My Room