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!
~~Emily Dickinson, c. spring 1859
Fascicle Three, Sheet 1c
17 Sunday Jul 2022
Posted Bonaventure, Cemetery, Emily Dickinson, Infrared, Photography, Poetry
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