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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 8, Poema 17
XVII.
TRIUMPH.
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
calm
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!
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