The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Variorum Edition, Franklin, 1998
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Victory comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost To mind it! How sweet it would have tasted!Just a drop! Was God so econom - icaleconomical? His table's spread too high Except we dine on tiptoe!Crumbs fit such little mouths -Cherries - suit Robins - The Eagle's golden breakfast -dazzles them!God keep his vow to "Sparrows"Who of little love - Know how to starve!