325 <br /> <br />Of Tribulation, these are They, <br />Denoted by the White— <br />The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Rank <br />Of Victors—designate— <br /> <br />All these—did conquer— <br />But the ones who overcame most times— <br />Wear nothing commoner than Snow— <br />No Ornament, but Palms— <br /> <br />Surrender—is a sort unknown— <br />On this superior soil— <br />Defeat—an outgrown Anguish— <br />Remembered, as the Mile <br /> <br />Our panting Ankle barely passed— <br />When Night devoured the Road— <br />But we—stood whispering in the House— <br />And all we said—was "Saved"!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/of-tribulation-these-are-they/
