A little road not 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.
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.