For teaching me the fragile strength.

And Uniforms of Snow

Emily Dickinson

To fight aloud, is very brave–
But gallanter, I know
Who charge within the bosom
The Cavalry of Woe–

Who win, and nations do not see–
Who fall–and none observe–
Whose dying eyes, no Country
Regards with patriotic love–
We trust, in plumed procession

For such, The Angels go–
Rank after Rank, with even feet–
And Uniforms of Snow.