Victory comes late --
Read 'Victory comes late --' by 'Emily Dickinson' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
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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