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I could not prove the Years had feet

by Emily Dickinson

 

 


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 --