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

759 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