Success Is Counted Sweetest

Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.

Not one of all the purple Host
Who took the Flag today
Can tell the definition
So clear of Victory

As he defeated--dying--
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Burst agonized and clear!

by Emily Dickinson

Comments (4)

The line: 'You can't lose' - note correct spelling The poem is too rhymey, too singsongy, but it makes a good point... 'Your sorrow is hidden in tomorrow'? I think you can do better than that.
I see the story line, but I think the lines could flow together better than they do. I think it could be better. Hmph, maybe it's just me.
Nice one Matty, All the best. Lizzy.
congrats on finding a way out of hell...