I really like these two poems.
Success Is Counted Sweetest
Success is counted sweetest
by those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
requires sorest need.
Not one of all the purple Host
Who took the Flag today
Can tell the definition
so clear of Victory
As he defeated- dying-
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Burst agonized and clear!
I Had Been Hungry,
All the Years
I had been hungry, all the Years-
My Noon had Come - to dine-
I trembling drew the Table near-
and touched the Curious Wine-
'Twas this on Tables I had seen-
When turning, hungry, Home
I looked in Windows, for the Wealth
I could not hope - for Mine-
I did not know the ample Bread-
'Twas so unlike the Crumb
The Birds and I, had often shared
In Nature's - Dining Room-
The Plenty hurt me- 'twas so new-
Myself felt ill - and odd-
As Berry- of a Mountain Bush-
Transplanted - to the Road-
Nor was I hungry- so I found
That Hunger- was a way
Of Persons outside Windows-
The Entering - takes away-
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