The Clouds their Backs together laid
The North begun to push
The Forests galloped till they fell
The Lightning played like mice
The Thunder crumbled like a stuff
How good to be in Tombs
Where Nature’s Temper cannot reach
Nor missile ever comes
The Clouds their Backs together laid
Analysis, meaning and summary of Emily Dickinson's poem The Clouds their Backs together laid
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