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. ~ Emily Dickinson
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. ~ Emily Dickinson