Home ⇒ 📌Emily Dickinson ⇒ Within my reach!
Within my reach!
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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