Author Emily Dickinson 90 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! Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments