Success is counted sweetestBy those who ne'er succeed.To comprehend a nectarRequires sorest need. Not one of all the purple HostWho took the Flag todayCan tell the definitionSo clear of victory As he defeated – dying –On whose forbidden earThe distant strains of triumphBurst agonized and clear! I’m Nobody! Who are you?Are you – Nobody – too?Then there’s a pair … Doorgaan met het lezen van Emily Dickinson: Poetry