I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, — Emily Dickinson Next Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is “ I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, eyes— I wonder if It weighs like Mine— Or has an Easier size. Pain and Despair Sadness and Melancholy Share Share Comments (0) Log in to post a comment. No comments yet. Be the first to comment.
