Victory Comes Late by Emily Dickinson (10th December 10, 1830 – 15th May, 1886)
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
God keeps his oath to sparrows,
Who of little love
Know how to starve!
Death of Princess Tarakanova by Konstantin Flavitsky (1830-1867)