Poem: Soul, wilt thou toss again?

 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.

Dickinson, Emily. Collected Poems (AmazonClassics Edition) (pg. 6). Kindle Edition.

Thoughts:

She has a way with words. But the odds seem a bit long.