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Within my reach!
I could have touched!
I might have chanced that way!
Soft sauntered thro' the village—
Sauntered as soft away!
So unsuspected Violets
Within the meadows go—
Too late for striving fingers
That passed, an hour ago!
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- I Felt A Cleaving In My Mind
- This Consciousness That Is Aware
- My Life Had Stood
- I Reckon—when I Count It All
- A Little Snow Was Here And There