Poem by Emily Elizabeth 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,
'T is that I cannot say;
I only sigh, — no vehicle
Bears me along that way.

1. Love’s Baptism
2. Rouge Gagne
3. To Fight Aloud Is Very Brave
4. Dawn
5. Resurrection

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