The Soul selects her own Society -- <br />Then -- shuts the Door -- <br />To her divine Majority -- <br />Present no more -- <br /> <br />Unmoved -- she notes the Chariots -- pausing -- <br />At her low Gate -- <br />Unmoved -- an Emperor be kneeling <br />Upon her Mat -- <br /> <br />I've known her -- from an ample nation -- <br />Choose One -- <br />Then -- close the Valves of her attention -- <br />Like Stone --<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-soul-selects-her-own-society/
