Poems: Second Series (Dickinson)/The Shelter

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XLIV.

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.

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