I like to see it lap the Miles by Emily Dickinson

I like to see it lap the Miles –
And lick the Valleys up – 
And stop to feed itself at Tanks – 
And then – prodigious step

Around a Pile of Mountains – 
And supercilious peer
In Shanties – by the sides of Roads – 
And then a Quarry pare

To fit it's sides
And crawl between
Complaining all the while
In horrid – hooting stanza – 
Then chase itself down Hill – 

And neigh like Boanerges – 
Then – prompter than a Star
Stop – docile and omnipotent
At it's own stable door –

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