In this poem moment, Emily Dickinson explores how we choose our friends, comparing people to different types of fabric. We look at the poems "A shady friend—for Torrid days—" and "The Soul selects her own Society —".
A precious—mouldering pleasure—’tis—
These are the days when Birds come back—
Through lane it lay--through bramble--
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
The Gentian weaves her fringes--
Death sets a Thing significant
The morns are meeker than they were
After Great pain a formal feeling comes
The face I cary with me last--
A Bird came down the Walk—
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