"A little road not made of man"

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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.


 
from Poems by Emily Dickinson (1890)

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