My wheel is in the dark! I cannot see a spoke Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round. My foot is on the…
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Through lane it lay – through bramble -by Emily Dickinson
Through lane it lay – through bramble – Through clearing and through wood – Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road. The wolf came…
There is a Word by Emily Dickinson
There is a Word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man – It hurls its barbed syllables And is mute again – But…