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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 kneeling Upon her Mat-- I've known her--from an ample nation-- Choose One-- Then--close the Valves of her attention-- Like Stone-- -Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), The Soul selects her own Society |