(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

A Little Road Not Made Man

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.

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Good Imagery. nice to read this
well expressed about how you want to travel along the nature's road of bee and butterfly Emily..feel overwhelmed of your great imageries- 10
A beautifully envisioned great poem with a fantastic flight of imagery. Thanks for sharing it here.
A road with velvet horizons
Very interesting poem. Love it :)
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