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. Good Night! Which Put the Candle out?
2. A Shady Friend for Torrid Days
3. As Children Bid the Guest Good-Night
4. Playmates
5. I Found the Phrase to Every Thought

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

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