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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 8, Poema 17
XVII.
TRIUMPH.
Triumph
can
be
of
many
kinds.
There's
triumph
in
the
room
When
that
old
leader,
Death,
By
faith
is
overcome.
There's
triumph
of
the
finer
mind
When
truth,
insulted
long,
Comes
calm
to
her
high
place,
Her
God
her
only
crowd.
A
triumph
when
temptation's
offer
Is
slowly
handed
back,
One
eye
on
the
heaven
lost
And
one
on
the
pain.
Greater
triumph,
by
himself
Experienced,
who
can
pass
Free
from
that
bare
bar,
Jehovah's
face!
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