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Emily Dickinson's Collected Poems

Part One: Life 7. Within my reach!


ALMOST!


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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