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 chemist 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!