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Triumph

by Emily Dickinson

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Drawing the boundary…

This is my letter to the world

by Emily Dickinson

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

Each poem scrolls on its own, so the two texts stay beside each other.

Triumph

by Emily Dickinson

Triumph may be of several kinds.
There's triumph in the room
When that old imperator—Death,
By faith—is overcome.

There's triumph of the finer mind
When truth—affronted long—
Advances unmoved—to her supreme,
Her God. Her only Throng.

A triumph—when temptation's bribe
Is slowly handed back,
One eye upon the Heaven renounced
And one—upon the rack—

Severer triumph—by himself
Experienced—who can pass
Acquitted—from that naked bar—
Jehovah's countenance—

This is my letter to the world

by Emily Dickinson

This is my letter to the world,
    That never wrote to me, —
The simple news that Nature told,
    With tender majesty.

Her message is committed
    To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
    Judge tenderly of me!

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