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ClassicsEmily Dickinson
556 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—
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The Brain, within its Groove
556 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—
Emily Dickinson
Classics
Emily Dickinson
1830 - 1886/Female/American