Lyric Poem · Life
Success is counted sweetest
by Emily Dickinson · 1864
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!
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Quick facts
- Poem
- Success is counted sweetest
- Poet
- Emily Dickinson
- Published
- 1864
- Length
- 12 lines
- Form
- Lyric Poem, Short Poems
- Themes
- Life, Strength, Short
Craft notes
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- Shape
- 12 lines · 3 quatrains
- Line length
- Lines run 6-7 syllables (median 7). No single length dominates, which is normal once elision and contraction are in play.
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- Author record
- Emily Dickinson1830–1886
- Source record
- PoetryDBSuccess is counted sweetest by emily-dickinson, PoetryDB transcription
- Display decision
- Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
- Publication record
- 1864
- Text fingerprint
- SHA-256 235ade152bc6a319…
- Editorial handling
- Whitespace and stanza breaks normalized for web display; no material wording change recorded.
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