The Soul Selects her own Society
November 2011 (10th Grade)
This was a school assignment. We had to take the words of an Emily Dickinson poem and re-arrange them. This is my version. (No copyright.)

I've known her,
pausing at herown door,
shuts her attention to the 
majority of no present soul.
The unmoved chariots close the divine gate.
One, then more.
The Stone selects an emperor,
unmoved, then be kneeling
low upon her mat.
She notes Society
like her valves choose her from 
an ample nation.