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by EmilyDickinson
XII
The Secret

Exclusion

Exclusion

 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.