Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

Of Tribulation, These Are They - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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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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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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