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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 159 of 446 · Second Series: Life

The Shelter

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The body grows outside, -- The more convenient way, -- That if the spirit like to hide, Its temple stands alway

Ajar, secure, inviting; It never did betray The soul that asked its shelter In timid honesty.

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