Within my Reach!, by Emily Dickinson

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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228 Blazing in Gold and quenching in… Leaping like Leopards to the Sky Then at the feet of the old Horiz… Laying her spotted Face to die

Glory is that bright tragic thing That for an instant Means Dominion - Warms some poor name That never felt the Sun,

The Devil—had he fidelity Would be the best friend— Because he has ability— But Devils cannot mend— Perfidy is the virtue

471 A Night—there lay the Days betwee… The Day that was Before— And Day that was Behind—were one— And now—'twas Night—was here—

434 To love thee Year by Year— May less appear Than sacrifice, and cease— However, dear,

237 I think just how my shape will ris… When I shall be “forgiven”— Till Hair—and Eyes—and timid Hea… Are out of sight—in Heaven—

627 The Tint I cannot take—is best— The Color too remote That I could show it in Bazaar— A Guinea at a sight—

The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s p…

SUCCESS is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host

It dropped so low—in my Regard— I heard it hit the Ground— And go to pieces on the Stones At bottom of my Mind— Yet blamed the Fate that flung it…

I counted till they danced so Their slippers leaped the town, And then I took a pencil To note the rebels down. And then they grew so jolly

130 These are the days when Birds com… A very few—a Bird or two— To take a backward look. These are the days when skies resu…

433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how

698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—

932 My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word— The Stars that stated come to Tow… Esteemed Me never rude