Emily Dickinson

Of Tribulation, These Are They

poem 325

Of Tribulation, these are They, Denoted by the White The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Rank Of Victors designate All these did conquer But the ones who overcame most times Wear nothing commoner than Snow No Ornament, but Palms Surrender is a sort unknown On this superior soil Defeat an outgrown Anguish Remembered, as the Mile Our panting Ankle barely passed When Night devoured the Road But we stood whispering in the House And all we said was Saved!

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