Poems: Emily Dickinson # 32


 XXXIX. 
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.