mercredi 15 octobre 2014

It struck me everyday



It struck me – every Day –

The lightning was as new

As if the Cloud that instant slit

And let the Fire through –

It burned Me – in the Night –

It Blistered to My Dream –

It sickened fresh opon my sight –

With every Morning’s beam–

I thought that Storm – was brief –

The Maddest – quickest by –

But Nature lost the Date of This –

And left it in the Sky – (636)