444 <br /> <br />It feels a shame to be Alive— <br />When Men so brave—are dead— <br />One envies the Distinguished Dust— <br />Permitted—such a Head— <br /> <br />The Stone—that tells defending Whom <br />This Spartan put away <br />What little of Him we—possessed <br />In Pawn for Liberty— <br /> <br />The price is great—Sublimely paid— <br />Do we deserve—a Thing— <br />That lives—like Dollars—must be piled <br />Before we may obtain? <br /> <br />Are we that wait—sufficient worth— <br />That such Enormous Pearl <br />As life—dissolved be—for Us— <br />In Battle's—horrid Bowl? <br /> <br />It may be—a Renown to live— <br />I think the Man who die— <br />Those unsustained—Saviors— <br />Present Divinity—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-feels-a-shame-to-be-alive/
