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