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Emily Dickinson - The Lightning playeth—all the whileEmily Dickinson - The Lightning playeth—all the while
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630 The Lightning playeth—all the while— But when He singeth—then— Ourselves are conscious He exist— And we approach Him—stern— With Insulators—and a Glove— Whose short—sepulchral Bass Alarms us—tho` His Yellow feet May pass—and counterpass— Upon the Ropes—above our Head— Continual—with the News— Nor We so much as check our speech— Nor stop to cross Ourselves—
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