Emily Dickinson's "I did not reach Thee" is a tale of the soul's long, difficult journey through life, and of that journey's rewards. The poem's speaker goes on a perilous trek across deserts, rivers, hills, and seas. Though their way is dangerous, they're not fazed one bit: they know that their feet carry them "nearer every day" to a meeting with the "Whole," the greatness of God. Life, this poem suggests, can feel like a grueling slog, but the hope of glory at the end makes the burden lighter. Like most of Dickinson's work, this poem wasn't published until after her death; it first appeared in the 1914 collection A Single Hound: Poems of a Lifetime.
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1I did not reach Thee
2But my feet slip nearer every day
3Three Rivers and a Hill to cross
4One Desert and a Sea
5I shall not count the journey one
6When I am telling thee
7Two deserts but the year is cold
8So that will help the sand
9One desert crossed—
10The second one
11Will feel as cool as land
12Sahara is too little price
13To pay for thy Right hand
14The Sea comes last—Step merry feet
15So short we have to go
16To play together we are prone
17But we must labor now
18The last shall be the lightest load
19That we have had to draw
20The Sun goes crooked—
21That is Night
22Before he makes the bend
23We must have passed the Middle Sea
24Almost we wish the End
25Were further off
26Too great it seems
27So near the Whole to stand
28We step like Plush
29We stand like snow
30The water murmur new
31Three rivers and the Hill are passed
32Two deserts and the Sea!
33Now Death usurps my Premium
34And gets the look at Thee—
1I did not reach Thee
2But my feet slip nearer every day
3Three Rivers and a Hill to cross
4One Desert and a Sea
5I shall not count the journey one
6When I am telling thee
7Two deserts but the year is cold
8So that will help the sand
9One desert crossed—
10The second one
11Will feel as cool as land
12Sahara is too little price
13To pay for thy Right hand
14The Sea comes last—Step merry feet
15So short we have to go
16To play together we are prone
17But we must labor now
18The last shall be the lightest load
19That we have had to draw
20The Sun goes crooked—
21That is Night
22Before he makes the bend
23We must have passed the Middle Sea
24Almost we wish the End
25Were further off
26Too great it seems
27So near the Whole to stand
28We step like Plush
29We stand like snow
30The water murmur new
31Three rivers and the Hill are passed
32Two deserts and the Sea!
33Now Death usurps my Premium
34And gets the look at Thee—
I did not reach Thee
But my feet slip nearer every day
Three Rivers and a Hill to cross
One Desert and a Sea
I shall not count the journey one
When I am telling thee
Two deserts but the year is cold
So that will help the sand
One desert crossed—
The second one
Will feel as cool as land
Sahara is too little price
To pay for thy Right hand
The Sea comes last—Step merry feet
So short we have to go
To play together we are prone
But we must labor now
The last shall be the lightest load
That we have had to draw
The Sun goes crooked—
That is Night
Before he makes the bend
We must have passed the Middle Sea
Almost we wish the End
Were further off
Too great it seems
So near the Whole to stand
We step like Plush
We stand like snow
The water murmur new
Three rivers and the Hill are passed
Two deserts and the Sea!
Now Death usurps my Premium
And gets the look at Thee—
Select any word below to get its definition in the context of the poem. The words are listed in the order in which they appear in the poem.
The Poem in Manuscript — See images of the poem in Dickinson's own handwriting.
The Emily Dickinson Museum — Visit the website of the Emily Dickinson Museum to find a treasure trove of information about Dickinson's life and work.
A Brief Biography — Read the Poetry Foundation's short introduction to Dickinson.
Dickinson's Legacy — Read a tribute to Dickinson by contemporary writer Helen Oyeyemi.
The Poem Set to Music — Listen to a charmingly strange musical rendition of the poem.