The soul selects her own society,Then shuts the door;On her divine majorityObtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot's pausingAt her low gate;Unmoved, an emperor is kneelingUpon her mat. I've known her from an ample nationChoose one;Then close the valves of her attentionLike stone.

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