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If recollecting were forgetting

by Emily Dickinson, 1896

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!

Published in Poems by Emily Dickinson: Third Series

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