- In high school my class was made to memorize this Emily Dickinson poem:
- 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 to-day
- Can tell the definition,
- So clear, of victory,
- As he, defeated, dying,
- On whose forbidden ear
- The distant strains of triumph
- Break, agonized and clear.
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