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Triumph

by Emily Dickinson

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Drawing the boundary…

A wounded deer leaps highest

by Emily Dickinson

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Drawing the boundary…

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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—

A wounded deer leaps highest

by Emily Dickinson

A Wounded Deer — leaps highest —
I’ve heard the Hunter tell —
‘Tis but the Ecstasy of death —
And then the Brake is still!

The Smitten Rock that gushes!
The trampled Steel that springs!
A Cheek is always redder
Just where the Hectic stings!

Mirth is the Mail of Anguish
In which it Cautious Arm,
Lest anybody spy the blood
And “you’re hurt” exclaim!

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