Emily Dickinson

IF I can stop one heart from breaking,

I shall not live in vain;

If I can ease one life the aching,

Or cool one pain,

Or help one fainting robin

Unto his nest again,

I shall not live in vain.

THE soul selects her own society,

Then shuts the door;

On her divine majority

As he, defeated, dying,

On whose forbidden ear

The distant strains of triumph

Break, agonized and clear.