Poems by Emily Dickinson-2
XLIV. THE SHELTER.

Emily Dick

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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.

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