444 br br It feels a shame to be Alive— br When Men so brave—are dead— br One envies the Distinguished Dust— br Permitted—such a Head— br br The Stone—that tells defending Whom br This Spartan put away br What little of Him we—possessed br In Pawn for Liberty— br br The price is great—Sublimely paid— br Do we deserve—a Thing— br That lives—like Dollars—must be piled br Before we may obtain? br br Are we that wait—sufficient worth— br That such Enormous Pearl br As life—dissolved be—for Us— br In Battle's—horrid Bowl? br br It may be—a Renown to live— br I think the Man who die— br Those unsustained—Saviors— br Present Divinity—br br Emily Dickinsonbr br