Triumphant. By Emily Dickinson

    Who never lost, are unprepared
    A coronet to find;
    Who never thirsted, flagons
    And cooling tamarind.

    Who never climbed the weary league —
    Can such a foot explore
    The purple territories
    On Pizarro’s shore?

    How many legions overcome?
    The emperor will say.
    How many colors taken
    On Revolution Day?

    How many bullets bearest?
    The royal scar hast thou?
    Angels, write “Promoted”
    On this soldier’s brow!