Grief is a Mouse Emily Dickinson Grief is a Mouse — And chooses the 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.