Poems — First Series by Emily Dickinson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Mabel Loomis Todd

Within My Reach!

Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered through the village, Sauntered as soft away! So unsuspected violets Within the fields lie low, Too late for striving fingers That passed, an hour ago.

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