Poems (Dickinson)/The brain within its groove

by Emily Dickinson

For other versions of this work, see The Brain, within its Groove.

XXVI.

The brain within its groove
Runs evenly and true;
But let a splinter swerve,
'T were easier for you
To put the water back
When floods have slit the hills,
And scooped a turnpike for themselves,
And blotted out the mills!