poems sent from dickinson to higginson

The Stars are old, that stood for me -
The West a little worn -
Yet newer glows the only Gold
I ever cared to earn -
Presuming on that lone result
Her infinite disdain
But vanquished her with my defeat
'Twas Victory was slain.

thomas johnson's note on poem 1249 | index to dickinson poems sent to higginson

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