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This was in the White of the Year—
That—was in the Green—
Drifts were as difficult then to think
As Daisies now to be seen—
Looking back is best that is left
Or if it be—before—
Retrospection is Prospect's half,
Sometimes, almost more.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- It sounded as if the Streets were running
- The Savior Must Have Been A Docile Gentleman (1487)
- Let Us Play Yesterday
- I'Ll Send The Feather From My Hat!
- So much of Heaven has gone from Earth