The soul unto itself

November 11, 2007 in Life, Poems | No comments

The soul unto itselfThe 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.

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