Poem: “Part Four: Time and Eternity XVI”

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Part Four: Time and Eternity
XVI

THE CLOUDS their backs together laid, stormy tree
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!

Emily Dickinson

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