The soul selects her own society, <br /> Then shuts the door; <br /> On her divine majority <br /> Obtrude no more. <br /> Unmoved, she notes the chariot's pausing <br /> At her low gate; <br /> Unmoved, an emperor is kneeling <br /> Upon her mat. <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/exclusion-the-soul-selects-her-own-society/
