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My Triumph lasted till the Drums

My Triumph lasted till the Drums

My Triumph lasted till the Drums
Had left the Dead alone
And then I dropped my Victory
And chastened stole along
To where the finished Faces
Conclusion turned on me
And then I hated Glory
And wished myself were They.

What is to be is best descried
When it has also been
Could Prospect taste of Retrospect
The tyrannies of Men
Were Tenderer diviner
The Transitive toward.
A Bayonet’s contrition
Is nothing to the Dead.



Poem My Triumph lasted till the Drums - Emily Dickinson
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