This Was In The White Of The Year

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Title:     This Was In The White Of The Year
Author: Emily Dickinson [More Titles by Dickinson]

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.

[The end]
Emily Dickinson's poem: This Was In The White Of The Year

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