Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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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.

1. A Poor Torn Heart, a Tattered Heart
2. Is Heaven a Physician?
3. Delight Becomes Pictorial
4. A Thought Went up My Mind To-day
5. The Show

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