"The brain within its groove"

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XXVI.

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 !

 
from Poems by Emily Dickinson (1890)

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