The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Variorum Edition, Franklin, 1998
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The Brain, within it's GrooveRuns 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 - Andblotted out - • shoved away - trodden out the Mills -