The farthest Thunder that I heard

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 Its Explanation found —