The soul selects her own Society ¾
                 Then ¾ shuts the Door ¾
                 To her divine Majority ¾
                 Present no more¾
                 Unmoved – she notes the Chariots - pausing¾
                 At her low Gate ¾
                 Unmoved – an Emperor be kneeling
                  Upon her Mat ¾
                  I’ve known her – from an ample nation ¾
                 Choose One ¾
                 Then – close the Valves of her attention ¾
                 Like Stone

Poetry Page / English 9 / Dickinson page