They Say That 'Time Assuages,, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

They Say That 'Time Assuages,

They say that ‘time assuages,’—

Time never did assuage;

An actual suffering strengthens,

As sinews do, with age.

Time is a test of trouble,

But not a remedy.

If such it prove, it prove too

There was no malady.

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