The Clouds Their Backs Together Laid

Emily Dickinson

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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 missile ever comes

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