Soul, wilt thou toss again?
By just such a hazard
Hundreds have lost, indeed,
But tens have won an all.
Angels’ breathless ballot
Lingers to record thee;
Imps in eager caucus
Raffle for my soul.
Rouge et Noir
Summary
This poem contemplates the uncertainty and risk inherent in the choices the soul must make. It uses the metaphor of a game of chance, suggesting that while many have lost, a few have won everything, underscoring the high stakes involved. The imagery further intensifies with references to celestial and infernal beings—angels and imps—casting metaphorical ballots or holding raffles, hinting at a spiritual struggle or judgment. The poem invites readers to reflect on the concept of fate and the eternal stakes associated with the soul's journey and the moral decisions engendered in life.Read Online
