The farthest Thunder that I heard by Emily Dickinson
The farthest Thunder that I heard Was nearer than the Sky And rumbles still, though torrid Noons Have lain their missiles by -- The Lightning that preceded it Struck no one but myself -- But I would not exchange the Bolt For all the rest of Life -- Indebtedness to Oxygen The Happy may repay, But not the obligation To Electricity -- It founds the Homes and decks the Days And every clamor bright Is but the gleam concomitant Of that waylaying Light -- The Thought is quiet as a Flake -- A Crash without a Sound, How Life's reverberation Its Explanation found --
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