His mind of man, a secret makes
by Emily Dickinson (1830–1886) English
His mind of man, a secret makes
I meet him with a start
He carries a circumference
In which I have no part —
Or even if I deem I do
He otherwise may know
Impregnable to inquest
However neighborly —
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