Emily Dickinson (183086). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Four: Time and Eternity
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| THE CLOUDS their backs together laid, | |
| The north begun to push, | |
| The forests galloped till they fell, | |
| The lightning skipped like mice; | |
| The thunder crumbled like a stuff | 5 |
| How good to be safe in tombs, | |
| Where natures temper cannot reach, | |
| Nor vengeance ever comes! | |
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