Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

The Shelter

The body grows outside, --
The more convenient way, --
That if the spirit like to hide,
Its temple stands alway

Ajar, secure, inviting;
It never did betray
The soul that asked its shelter
In timid honesty.

1. When I Hoped I Feared
2. Time's Lesson
3. Undue Significance a Starving Man Attaches
4. Deed
5. Remorse

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