"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)
The Grass	Summer Shower

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