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Lyric Poem · Nature

The Stars are old, that stood for me

by Emily Dickinson

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.

This poem is in the public domain.

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