Success Is Counted Sweetest

Poems by Emily Dickinson, 1890

SUCCESS is counted sweetestBy those who ne'er succeed.To comprehend a nectarRequires sorest need.

Not one of all the purple hostWho took the flag to-dayCan tell the definition,So clear, of victory,

As he, defeated, dying,On whose forbidden earThe distant strains of triumphBreak, agonized and clear.

From Poems by Emily Dickinson (1890), via the English Wikisource transcription.

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