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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.
Emily Dickinson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-happy-i-was-if-i-could-forget/
