Emily Dickinson

That After Horror that ‘Twas Us

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That after Horror that ’twas us That passed the mouldering Pier Just as the Granite Crumb let go Our Savior, by a Hair A second more, had dropped too deep For Fisherman to plumb The very profile of the Thought Puts Recollection numb The possibility to pass Without a Moment’s Bell Into Conjecture’s presence Is like a Face of Steel That suddenly looks into ours With a metallic grin The Cordiality of Death Who drills his Welcome in

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