Rouge Gagne. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

    ‘T is so much joy! ‘T is so much joy!
    If I should fail, what poverty!
    And yet, as poor as I
    Have ventured all upon a throw;
    Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so
    This side the victory!

    Life is but life, and death but death!
    Bliss is but bliss, and breath but breath!
    And if, indeed, I fail,
    At least to know the worst is sweet.
    Defeat means nothing but defeat,
    No drearier can prevail!

    And if I gain, — oh, gun at sea,
    Oh, bells that in the steeples be,
    At first repeat it slow!
    For heaven is a different thing
    Conjectured, and waked sudden in,
    And might o’erwhelm me so!