How Happy I Was If I Could Forget Poem by Emily Dickinson

That was really nice Emily. I loved everything. Your poems are amazing!

Lose my way like a little Child And perish of the cold. Nicely written, thanks poet.

Superb, memory card can not be erased.

Another darkside pen-gem....

This poem is interesting to me. Emily is usually up beat and never morbid even when she writes about death. Yet here she is writing about depression and wishing to be rid of it.