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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
ruler,
Death,
Is
overcome
by
faith.
There's
triumph
of
the
finer
mind
When
truth,
long
insulted,
Advances
calm
to
her
place,
Her
God
her
only
crowd.
A
triumph
when
temptation's
offer
Is
slowly
turned
away,
One
eye
on
the
heaven
given
up
And
one
on
the
struggle.
A
stronger
triumph,
by
oneself
Experienced,
who
can
pass
Freely
from
that
open
bar,
God's
gaze!
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