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The brain within its groove

by Emily Dickinson, 1890

The brain within its groove
Runs evenly and true;
But let a splinter swerve,
'T were easier for you
To put the water back
When floods have slit the hills,
And scooped a turnpike for themselves,
And blotted out the mills!

Published in Poems by Emily Dickinson
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