Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Time's Lesson

Mine enemy is growing old, --
I have at last revenge.
The palate of the hate departs;
If any would avenge, --

Let him be quick, the viand flits,
It is a faded meat.
Anger as soon as fed is dead;
'T is starving makes it fat.

1. The Riddle We Can Guess
2. Playmates
3. Resurgam
4. Sight
5. Remorse

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