Emily Dickinson - Grief is a Mouse lyrics

Grief is a Mouse And chooses Wainscot in the Breast For His Shy House And baffles quest Grief is a Thief—quick startled Pricks His Ear—report to hear Of that Vast Dark That swept His Being—back Grief is a Juggler—boldest at the Play Lest if He flinch—the eye that way Pounce on His Bruises—One—say—or Three Grief is a Gourmand—spare His luxury Best Grief is Tongueless—before He'll tell Burn Him in the Public Square His Ashes—will Possibly—if they refuse—How then know Since a Rack couldn't coax a syllable—now