Success Is Counted Sweetest

Here is a poem that Emily Dickinson wrote. I edited it and wrote the last segment of it.

Success is counted sweetest
By those who never succeed.
To understand victory
Requires sorest need.

Not one of all the conquerors
Who took the win today
Can tell the definition
So clear of Victory

As he laid defeated and dying--
He could hear
The distant strains of triumph
Burst agonized and clear!

For the battle was lost,
He had been vanquished,
But he remembered what he was fighting for,
He was proud of his fight,
For the winner did not understand,
That the battle was for fighting in what you believe.