Ideals are the Fairly Oil
With which we help the Wheel
But when the Vital Axle turns
The Eye rejects the Oil.
Ideals are the Fairly Oil
With which we help the Wheel
But when the Vital Axle turns
The Eye rejects the Oil.
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i believe that this poem along with several others is about emily dickinsons distrust for humanity. i believe she is an idealist at hear tbut that she doesnt trust humanity “the eye” to respect or live up to ideals. for further evidence check out tell the truth or tell it slant and i died for beauty– but was scarce.