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The Soul that hath a Guest
Doth seldom go abroad—
Diviner Crowd at Home—
Obliterate the need—
And Courtesy forbid
A Host's departure when
Upon Himself be visiting
The Emperor of Men—
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- Have Any Like Myself
- To Know Just How He Suffered—Would Be Dear
- March is the Month of Expectation
- The Soul's Superior Instants
- I'Ve Known A Heaven, Like A Tent