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.
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