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. Suspense
2. New Feet within My Garden Go
3. Whether My Bark Went Down at Sea
4. Mine
5. If You Were Coming in the Fall

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