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Poems by Emily Dickinson, Third Series

XXV.

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WITH FLOWERS.

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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