The Soul selects her own Society—Then—shuts the Door—To her divine Majority—Present no more—Unmoved—

The Soul selects her own Society—Then—shuts the Door—To her divine …

The Soul selects her own Society—Then—shuts the Door—To her divine Majority—Present no more—Unmoved—she notes the Chariots—pausing—At her low Gate—Unmoved—an Emperor be kneelingUpon her Mat—I've known her—from an ample nation—Choose One—Then—close the Valves of her attention—Like Stone—

Emily Dickinson