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This was in the white of the year

by Emily Dickinson, 1896

This was in the white of the year,
  That was in the green,
Drifts were as difficult then to think
  As daisies now to be seen.

Looking back is best that is left,
  Or if it be before,
Retrospection is prospect's half,
  Sometimes almost more.

Published in Poems by Emily Dickinson: Third Series
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