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| Victory comes late --
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| Written by: | Emily Dickinson (other works)
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| Poem #: | 690
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| Language: | English
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| Type: | Poetry
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| Preceded by: | The Zeroes -- taught us -- Phosphorous -- -689-
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| Succeeded by: | Would you like summer? Taste of ours. -691-
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Victory comes late --
And is held low to freezing lips --
Too rapt with frost
To take it --
How sweet it would have tasted --
Just a Drop --
Was God so economical?
His Table's spread too high for Us --
Unless We dine on tiptoe --
Crumbs -- fit such little mouths --
Cherries -- suit Robbins --
The Eagle's Golden Breakfast strangles -- Them --
God keep His Oath to Sparrows --
Who of little Love -- know how to starve --
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