Emily Dickinson (183086). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Five: The Single Hound
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| MY Wheel is in the dark, | |
| I cannot see a spoke, | |
| Yet know its dripping feet | |
| Go round and round. | |
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| My foot is on the tide | 5 |
| An unfrequented road, | |
| Yet have all roads | |
| A clearing at the end. | |
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| Some have resigned the Loom, | |
| Some in the busy tomb | 10 |
| Find quaint employ, | |
| Some with new, stately feet | |
| Pass royal through the gate, | |
| Flinging the problem back at you and I. | |
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