By Emily Dickinson

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(67)

Success is counted sweetest

By those who ne'er succeed.

To comprehend a Nectar

Requires Sorest need.

Not one of all the purple Host

Who took the Flag today

Can tell the definition

So clear of Victory

As he defeated - dying -

On whose forbidden ear

The distant strains of triumph

Burst agonized and clear!

14

(76)

Exultation in the going

Of an inland soul to sea,

Past the houses - past the headlands -

Into deep Eternity -

Bred as we, among the mountains,

Can the sailor understand

The divine intoxication

Of the first league out from land?