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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.