The Soul selects her own Society—
Then—shuts the Door—
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—
Then—close the Valves of her attention—
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