Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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.

1. Unreturning
2. Whether My Bark Went Down at Sea
3. Belshazzar Had a Letter
4. Mine
5. Exclusion

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