Poemsby Emily Dickinson

Triumphant

 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!