I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, eyes – I wonder if It weighs like Mine – Or has an easier size.
Poetry
I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, eyes – I wonder if It weighs like Mine – Or has an easier size.
Poetry
Poem 'I measure every Grief I meet' (No. 561)
c. 1862
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