The brain within its groove...
by Emily Dickinson
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!
Source:
PoemsCopyright 1890
Little, Brown, And Company, Boston