poems sent from dickinson to higginson

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 our's
With a metallic grin-
The Cordiality of Death-
Who drills his Welcome in-

16. drills] nails

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