The Soul selects her own Society—

Then—shuts the Door—

To her divine Majority—

Present no more—

5

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—

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Choose One—

Then—close the Valves of her attention—

Like Stone—

(c. 1862)