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 emporer 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 Dickenson~