Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

Saved!

Of tribulation these are they
Denoted by the white;
The spangled gowns, a lesser rank
Of victors designate.

All these did conquer; but the ones
Who overcame most times
Wear nothing commoner than snow,
No ornament but palms.

Surrender is a sort unknown
On this superior soil;
Defeat, an outgrown anguish,
Remembered as the mile

Our panting ankle barely gained
When night devoured the road;
But we stood whispering in the house,
And all we said was "Saved"!

1. What Inn Is This
2. It Was Not Death, for I Stood up
3. A Throe upon the Features
4. Some, Too Fragile for Winter Winds
5. Till the End

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