Dickinson, Emily: The Soul selects her own Society (303)

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.