My wheel is in the dark! by Emily Dickinson
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 Tide! An unfrequented road -- Yet have all roads A clearing at the end --
Some have resigned the Loom -- Some in the busy tomb 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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