286 <br /> <br />That after Horror—that 'twas us— <br />That passed the mouldering Pier— <br />Just as the Granite Crumb let go— <br />Our Savior, by a Hair— <br /> <br />A second more, had dropped too deep <br />For Fisherman to plumb— <br />The very profile of the Thought <br />Puts Recollection numb— <br /> <br />The possibility—to pass <br />Without a Moment's Bell— <br />Into Conjecture's presence— <br />Is like a Face of Steel— <br />That suddenly looks into ours <br />With a metallic grin— <br />The Cordiality of Death— <br />Who drills his Welcome in—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-after-horror-that-twas-us/
