He fought like those Who've nought to lose— Bestowed Himself to Balls As One who for a further Life
Had not a further Use—
Invited Death—with bold attempt—
But Death was Coy of Him
As Other Men, were Coy of Death—
To Him—to live—was Doom—

His Comrades, shifted like the Flakes When Gusts reverse the Snow—
But He—was left alive Because
Of Greediness to die—

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Emily Dickinson

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson was an American poet. more…

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