Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

Rouge et Noir

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.

1. Undue Significance a Starving Man Attaches
2. Deed
3. When I Hoped I Feared
4. Remorse
5. The Shelter

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