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That after Horror that ’twas us

That after Horror that ’twas us

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



Poem That after Horror that ’twas us - Emily Dickinson