Poem

I could not prove the Years had feet

Emily Dickinson
563 I could not prove the Years had feet— Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done— I find my feet have further Goals— I smile upon the Aims That felt so ample—Yesterday— Today's—have vaster claims— I do not doubt the self I was Was competent to me— But something awkward in the fit— Proves that—outgrown—I see—

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