Emily Dickinson's "The Soul Selects Her Own Society"

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The 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.

Source: http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/english/melani/cs6/selects.html
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