ⅻ - [text]

[mnementomori]

[careful writing appears on the Vine, slowly, a pause after each line. The writer is copying it down from a book, after all.]

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

[with that, the handwriting grows more confident and natural again, continuing further down the page.]


I found this in a book in the library...and a lot of other things like it. Is it some kind of puzzle? What does it mean?

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[mnementomori]

[she raises her head with a tentative smile.]

I hope you're right.