Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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!

1. So Bashful When I Spied Her
2. As Children Bid the Guest Good-Night
3. On This Long Storm the Rainbow Rose
4. It Was Too Late for Man
5. I Shall Know Why, When Time Is Over

William Winter (Уильям Винтер) Refuge ("Set your face to the sea, fond lover")

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