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.
........sounds like this little road will take us to a very special place...enjoyed..
well expressed about how you want to travel along the nature's road of bee and butterfly Emily..feel overwhelmed of your great imageries- 10
A beautifully envisioned great poem with a fantastic flight of imagery. Thanks for sharing it here.
No Vehicle but the poetic mind on the little road............///
Muse beyond itself! ! Romance of nature. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A road with velvet horizons