The Soul unto itself
Is an imperial friend --
Or the most agonizing Spy --
An Enemy -- could send --
Secure against its own --
No treason it can fear --
Itself -- its Sovereign -- of itself
The Soul should stand in Awe --
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- I'M
- Perhaps You'D Like To Buy A Flower
- Purple—is Fashionable Twice
- The Truth—is Stirless
- Like Trains Of Cars On Tracks Of Plush