Home: Poetry: Emily Dickinson: Victory VICTORY a poem by Emily Dickinson   Victory comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost To take it.   How sweet it would have tasted, Just a drop! Was God so economical? His table's spread too high for us Unless we dine on tip-toe. Crumbs fit such little mouths, Cherries suit robins; The eagle's golden breakfast Strangles them. God keeps his oath to sparrows, Who of little love Know how to starve! BACK TO EMILY DICKINSON INDEX RELATED WEBSITES Emily Dickinson: Poems - An index of poems by Dickinson. Emily Dickinson: Bibliography - A bibliography of Dickinson's poetic and prose works; includes a list of critical resources. Find articles on Emily Dickinson Purchase books by Emily Dickinson Find articles on EMILY DICKINSON:

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