Poems — First Series by Emily Dickinson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Mabel Loomis Todd
The Clouds Their Backs Together Laid
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!