The soul selects her own society,

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.

About Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

American poet and educator whose works include "Paul Revere's Ride" and "The Song of Hiawatha." One of the most popular American poets of the 19th century.

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