The Clouds their Backs together laid
by Emily Dickinson (1830–1886)
The Clouds their Backs together laid
The North begun to push
The Forests galloped till they fell
The Lightning played like mice
The Thunder crumbled like a stuff
How good to be in Tombs
Where Nature's Temper cannot reach
Nor vengance ever comes
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