He Put The Belt Around My Life, By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

He put the belt around my life, —
    I heard the buckle snap,
    And turned away, imperial,
    My lifetime folding up
    Deliberate, as a duke would do
    A kingdom’s title-deed, —
    Henceforth a dedicated sort,
    A member of the cloud.

    Yet not too far to come at call,
    And do the little toils
    That make the circuit of the rest,
    And deal occasional smiles
    To lives that stoop to notice mine
    And kindly ask it in, —
    Whose invitation, knew you not
    For whom I must decline?