No Man can compass a Despair —
As round a Goalless Road
No faster than a Mile at once
The Traveller proceed —
Unconscious of the Width —
Unconscious that the Sun
Be setting on His progress —
So accurate the One
At estimating Pain —
Whose own — has just begun —
His ignorance — the Angel
That pilot Him along —
(Emily Dickinson)
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