Poemsby Emily Dickinson

Saved!

 Of tribulation these are they Denoted by the white; The spangled gowns, a lesser rank Of victors designate. 
 All these did conquer; but the ones Who overcame most times Wear nothing commoner than snow, No ornament but palms. 
 Surrender is a sort unknown On this superior soil; Defeat, an outgrown anguish, Remembered as the mile 
 Our panting ankle barely gained When night devoured the road; But we stood whispering in the house, And all we said was "Saved"!