Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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The Brain, within its Groove
Runs evenly — and true —
But let a Splinter swerve —
'Twere easier for You —

To put a Current back —
When Floods have slit the Hills —
And scooped a Turnpike for Themselves —
And trodden out the Mills — 

1. Our Journey Had Advanced
2. We Learned the Whole of Love
3. Doom is the House without the Door
4. Should You but Fail at — Sea
5. I Send Two Sunsets

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