Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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. Our Journey Had Advanced
2. We Learned the Whole of Love
3. Doom is the House without the Door
4. Should You but Fail at — Sea
5. I Send Two Sunsets

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