Saved! By Emily Dickinson

    Of tribulation these are they
    Denoted by the white;
    The spangled gowns, a lesser rank
    Of victors designate.

    All these did conquer; but the ones
    Who overcame most times
    Wear nothing commoner than snow,
    No ornament but palms.

    Surrender is a sort unknown
    On this superior soil;
    Defeat, an outgrown anguish,
    Remembered as the mile

    Our panting ankle barely gained
    When night devoured the road;
    But we stood whispering in the house,
    And all we said was “Saved”!