If all the griefs I am to have, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

If all the griefs I am to have

Would only come today,

I am so happy I believe

They’d laugh and run away.

If all the joys I am to have

Would only come today,

They could not be so big as this

That happens to me now.

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If all the griefs I am to have

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