Exclusion

XIII. 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 to her attention Like stone.

 

from Poems by Emily Dickinson (1890)
"I asked no other thing"	The Secret

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