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!
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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Providence.
How many people pass through our lives every day and we “saunter” past them. In our “striving” we miss some real beautiful people.
This poem stands out from the many I have read. I like how this poem twist in a flirty young girl’s perspective.
This poem captures the regret we all ache for opportunities offered that were not taken. I have found two versions of this poem and instead of “Within the meadows go” I’ve seen “within the fields lie low,” which I like much better.