Author Emily Dickinson 995 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. Tags sometimes green Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments