The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Variorum Edition, Franklin, 1998
Emily Dickinson Archive
My Triumph lasted till the DrumsHad left the Dead alone And then I dropped my Victory And chastened stole along To where the finished FacesConclusion 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 contritionIs nothing to the Dead -