TIME AND ETERNITY: XVI. REFUGE
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!
Content of TIME AND ETERNITY: XVI. REFUGE [Emily Dickinson's poem collection: First Series [Series 1]]