Emily Dickinson (183086). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Four: Time and Eternity
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| IT struck me every day | |
| The lightning was as new | |
| As if the cloud that instant slit | |
| And let the fire through. | |
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| It burned me in the night, | 5 |
| It blistered in my dream; | |
| It sickened fresh upon my sight | |
| With every mornings beam. | |
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| I thought that storm was brief, | |
| The maddest, quickest by; | 10 |
| But Nature lost the date of this, | |
| And left it in the sky. | |
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