Emily Dickinson (10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)
I shall know why—when Time is over
I shall know why—when Time is over—
And I have ceased to wonder why—
Christ will explain each separate anguish
In the fair schoolroom of the sky—
He will tell me what "Peter" promised—
And I—for wonder at his woe—
I shall forget the drop of Anguish
That scalds me now—that scalds me now!
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- "Why do I love" You, Sir?
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- A Book
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