Emily Dickinson

Dec. 10, 1830 - May 15, 1886



by Emily Dickinson

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 --
How good to be safe in tombs,
Where nature's temper cannot reach,
Nor vengeance ever comes!


Copyright 1890
Little, Brown, And Company, Boston
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