A Little Road Not Made of Man, by Emily Dickinson

A Little Road Not Made of 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.

poems.one - Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson