Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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. To Help Our Bleaker Parts
2. Presentiment Is That Long Shadow on the Lawn
3. Along the Potomac
4. The Oriole's Secret
5. Two Voyagers

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

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