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A little road not made of man

by Emily Dickinson, 1890

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,
'Tis that I cannot say;
I only sigh, — no vehicle
Bears me along that way.

Published in Poems by Emily Dickinson

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