A ROSE - A sepal, petal, and a thorn
A sepal, petal, and a thorn / Upon a common summer's morn,
EXCLUSION - 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.
More poems by Emily Dickinson
IN THE GARDEN - A bird came down the walk
A bird came down the walk: / He did not know I saw;
THE LETTER - GOING to him! Happy letter! Tell him
GOING to him! Happy letter! Tell him -- / Tell him the page I didn't write;
DAY'S PARLOR - The day came slow, till five o'clock
The day came slow, till five o'clock, / Then sprang before the hills