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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 130 of 446 · Second Series: Life

Poem 15

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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.

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