A little road not made of man, <br />Enabled of the eye, <br />Accessible to thill of bee, <br />Or cart of butterfly. <br /> <br />If town it have, beyond itself, <br />'T is that I cannot say; <br />I only sigh,--no vehicle <br />Bears me along that way.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-little-road-not-made-man/
