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Lyric Poem · Autumn

How happy I was if I could forget

by Emily Dickinson

How happy I was if I could forget

To remember how sad I am

Would be an easy adversity

But the recollecting of Bloom

Keeps making November difficult

Till I who was almost bold

Lose my way like a little Child

And perish of the cold.

This poem is in the public domain.

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