Reading Time: < 1 minute

Poem

33

If recollecting were forgetting,
Then I remember not.
And if forgetting, recollecting,
How near I had forgot.
And if to miss, were merry,
And to mourn, were gay,
How very blithe the fingers
That gathered this, Today!

Previous Poem
If It Had No Pencil
Next Poem
If The Foolish, Call Them “Flowers”