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Emily Dickinson's Collected Poems

Part One: Life 138. Softened by Time's consummate plush

CHILDISH GRIEFS.


Softened by Time's consummate plush,

How sleek the woe appears

That threatened childhood's citadel

And undermined the years!


Bisected now by bleaker griefs,

We envy the despair

That devastated childhood's realm,

So easy to repair.

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