Emily Dickinson, Washed in the Blood of the Lamb

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!