The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Variorum Edition, Franklin, 1998
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He fought like those Who've nought to lose -Bestowed Himself to Balls As One who for a further Life Had not a further Use - Invited Death - with bold attempt -But Death wasshy Coy of Him As Other Men, were Coy of Death. To Him - to live - was Doom - His Comrades, shifted like the Flakes When Gusts reverse the Snow -But He -remained was left alive Because OfUrgency - • Vehemence Greediness to die -