III: Rouge Et Noir Published January 23, 2018 by suprusr 0 3 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost, indeed- But tens have won an all- Angel’s breathless ballot Lingers to record thee; Imps in eager Caucus Raffle for my Soul. Related posts: Wert Thou but ill-that I might show thee It sifts from Leaden Sieves Only a Shrine, but Mine We lose-because we win suprusr Published in Poems
