Success is counted sweetest by Emily Dickinson
I remember studying this in English class my junior year in HS. I didn’t care for my teacher, but I did like the poem.
Success is counted sweetest
By Emily Dickinson
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 to-day
Can tell the definition,
So clear, of Victory,
As he, defeated, dying,
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Break, agonized and clear.
