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!

by Emily Dickinson

Comments (2)

There's a soft and tender magic in her soul that reaches out to the world through her words
.............beautifully penned...and most wonderful of imagery...lovely violets ★