Emily Dickinson

It feels a Shame to be Alive — When Men so brave — are dead — One envies the Distinguished Dust — Permitted — such a Head — The Stone — that tells defending Whom This Spartan put away What little of Him we — possessed In Pawn for Liberty — The Price is great — Sublimely paid — Do we deserve — a Thing — That lives — like Dollars — must be piled Before we may obtain? Are…

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