The soul selects her own society...by Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
he soul selects her own society, then shuts the door' On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot's pausing at her low gate; Unmoved, an emperor is kneeling Upon her mat. I've known her from an ample nation choose one; then close the valves of her attention like stone. Our... Sign in to see full entry.