Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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.

1. Desire
2. To Help Our Bleaker Parts
3. Thanksgiving Day
4. What Soft, Cherubic Creatures
5. Power

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