Emily Dickinson - He fought like those Who've nought to lose (759) lyrics

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 d**h—with bold attempt— But d**h was Coy of Him As Other Men, were Coy of d**h— To Him—to live—was Doom— His Comrades, shifted like the Flakes When Gusts reverse the Snow— But He—was left alive Because Of Greediness to die—