Poems: Third Series/Childish Griefs

by Emily Dickinson

 

LV.

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.