Escape is such a thankful Word by Emily Dickinson

Escape is such a thankful Word

I often in the Night
Consider it unto myself

No spectacle in sight

Escape — it is the Basket
In which the Heart is caught
When down some awful Battlement
The rest of Life is dropt —

'Tis not to sight the savior —
It is to be the saved —
And that is why I lay my Head
Upon this trusty word —