A Little Road-not Made Of Man

Emily Dickinson

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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—
’Tis that—I cannot say—
I only know—no Curricle that rumble there
Bear Me—

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