Within My Reach!
Emily Dickinson
90 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!
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