Poems by Emily Dickinson: X ("A little road")
Updated May 6, 2020 |
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X
A little road not made of man,
Enabled of the eye,
Accessible to thill of bee,
Or cart of butterfly.
Enabled of the eye,
Accessible to thill of bee,
Or cart of butterfly.
If town it have, beyond itself,
'T is that I cannot say;
I only sigh, — no vehicle
Bears me along that way.
'T is that I cannot say;
I only sigh, — no vehicle
Bears me along that way.
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