Poems by Emily Dickinson: XV ("The soul unto itself")
Updated May 6, 2020 |
Infoplease Staff
XV
The soul unto itself
Is an imperial friend, —
Or the most agonizing spy
An enemy could send.
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.
No treason it can fear;
Itself its sovereign, of itself
The soul should stand in awe.
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