Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Triumphant

Who never lost, are unprepared
A coronet to find;
Who never thirsted, flagons
And cooling tamarind.

Who never climbed the weary league --
Can such a foot explore
The purple territories
On Pizarro's shore?

How many legions overcome?
The emperor will say.
How many colors taken
On Revolution Day?

How many bullets bearest?
The royal scar hast thou?
Angels, write "Promoted"
On this soldier's brow!

1. The Riddle We Can Guess
2. Playmates
3. Resurgam
4. Sight
5. Remorse

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