Victory Comes Late, Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOP

Victory comes lateA
And is held low to freezing lipsB
Too rapt with frostC
To take itD
How sweet it would have tastedE
Just a dropF
Was God so economicalG
His table 's spread too high for usH
Unless we dine on tip toeI
Crumbs fit such little mouthsJ
Cherries suit robinsK
The eagle's golden breakfastL
Strangles themM
God keeps his oath to sparrowsN
Who of little loveO
Know how to starveP

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson



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