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Triumph

by Emily Dickinson

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Drawing the boundary…

Charlotte Brontë's Grave

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—

Charlotte Brontë's Grave

by Emily Dickinson

All overgrown by cunning moss,
  All interspersed with weed,
The little cage of 'Currer Bell,'
  In quiet Haworth laid.

This bird, observing others,
  When frosts too sharp became,
Retire to other latitudes,
  Quietly did the same,

But differed in returning;
  Since Yorkshire hills are green,
Yet not in all the nests I meet
  Can nightingale be seen.

Gathered from many wanderings,
  Gethsemane can tell
Through what transporting anguish
  She reached the asphodel!

Soft fall the sounds of Eden
  Upon her puzzled ear;
Oh, what an afternoon for heaven,
  When 'Brontë' entered there!

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