Life XLI. the soul unto itself (683), par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Life XLI. the soul unto itself (683)

Part One: Life

XLI

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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