Эмили Дикинсон (Emily Elizabeth Dickinson)

With Flowers (If recollecting were forgetting)

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!