Poems by Emily Dickinson-1
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Emily Dick

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A little rnot 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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