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 It's Explanation found.
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