Nature LXI. a little road not made man (647), par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Nature LXI. a little road not made man (647)

Part Two: Nature

LXI

A LITTLE road not made of man,

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

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