Soul, wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost, indeed, But tens have won all. Angels' breathless ballot Lingers to record the… - Emily Dickinson

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Soul, wilt thou toss again?
By just such a hazard
Hundreds have lost, indeed,
But tens have won all.

Angels' breathless ballot
Lingers to record thee;
Imps in eager caucus
Raffle for my soul.

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About Emily Dickinson

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886) was an American poet. Virtually unknown in her lifetime, Dickinson has come to be regarded as one of the greatest American poets of the 19th century. Although she wrote (at latest count) 1789 poems, only a few of them were published in her lifetime, all anonymously, and some perhaps without her knowledge.

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So bashful when I spied her!
So pretty — so ashamed!
So hidden in her leaflets
Lest anybody find — So breathless till I passed her — So helpless when I turned
And bore her struggling, blushing,
Her simple haunts beyond!

For whom I robbed the Dingle — For whom betrayed the Dell — Many, will doubtless ask me,
But I shall never tell!

Remorse is memory awake,
Her companies astir, — A presence of departed acts
At window and at door.

Its past set down before the soul,
And lighted with a match,
Perusal to facilitate
Of its condensed despatch.

Remorse is cureless, — the disease
Not even God can heal;
For ’t is His institution, — The complement of hell.

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