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)
