Almost

VII. 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.

 

from Poems by Emily Dickinson (1890)
"If I can stop one heart from breaking"	"A wounded deer leaps highest"

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