Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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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.

1. Sight
2. The Hemlock
3. Two Swimmers Wrestled on the Spar
4. Sleep Is Supposed to Be
5. The Thought Beneath So Slight a Film

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