Poem by 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!

1. The Farthest Thunder That I Heard
2. On the Tleakness of My Lot
3. A Portrait
4. Upon the Gallows Hung a Wretch
5. The Lost Thought

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