Life III. Soul, wilt thou toss again? (139), by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Life III. Soul, wilt thou toss again? (139)

Part One: Life

III

SOUL, wilt thou toss again?

By just such a hazard

Hundreds have lost, indeed,

But tens have won an all.

Angels’ breathless ballot

Lingers to record thee;

Imps in eager caucus

Raffle for my soul.

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