Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne’er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.
Not one of all the purple host
Who took the flag to-day
Can tell the definition,
So clear, of victory,
As he, defeated, dying,
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Break, agonized and clear!
This is from the Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson available through Amazon Kindle.
I like it, but not as much as the last one of hers I read. This may be true, but I'd still rather be the one that suceeds.
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