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It feels a shame to be Alive

It feels a shame to be Alive
When Men so brave are dead
One envies the Distinguished Dust
Permitted such a Head

The Stone that tells defending Whom
This Spartan put away
What little of Him we possessed
In Pawn for Liberty

The price is great Sublimely paid
Do we deserve a Thing
That lives like Dollars must be piled
Before we may obtain?

Are we that wait sufficient worth
That such Enormous Pearl
As life dissolved be for Us
In Battle’s horrid Bowl?

It may be a Renown to live
I think the Man who die
Those unsustained Saviors
Present Divinity


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Poem It feels a shame to be Alive - Emily Dickinson
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