Emily Dickinson (183086). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Five: The Single Hound
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| THE STARS are old, that stood for me | |
| The West a little worn, | |
| Yet newer glows the only Gold | |
| I ever cared to earn | |
| Presuming on that lone result | 5 |
| Her infinite disdain, | |
| But vanquished her with my defeat, | |
| T was Victory was slain. | |
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