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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 306 of 446 · Third Series: Life

With Flowers

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If recollecting were forgetting,
Then I remember not;
And if forgetting, recollecting,
How near I had forgot!
And if to miss were merry,
And if to mourn were gay,
How very blithe the fingers
That gathered these to-day!

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