759 <br /> <br />He fought like those Who've nought to lose— <br />Bestowed Himself to Balls <br />As One who for a further Life <br />Had not a further Use— <br /> <br />Invited Death—with bold attempt— <br />But Death was Coy of Him <br />As Other Men, were Coy of Death— <br />To Him—to live—was Doom— <br /> <br />His Comrades, shifted like the Flakes <br />When Gusts reverse the Snow— <br />But He—was left alive Because <br />Of Greediness to die—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-fought-like-those-who-ve-nought-to-lose/
