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Early American Poets » Emily Dickinson » Emily Dickinson’s Poetry » Poems Series One » Rouge Et Noir.

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.

 

– Emily Dickinson

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