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The soul unto itself

by Emily Dickinson, 1891

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.

Published in Poems by Emily Dickinson: Second Series
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