Emily Dickinson — That after Horror—that twas us

286 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