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 Emperor 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 Dickinson