John Hall Wheelock

THE LIGHTNING flashed, and lifted

The lids of heaven apart,

The fiery thunder rolled you

All night long through my heart.

From dreams of you at dawn

I rose to the window ledge:

The storm had passed away,

The lake lapped on the sedge.

The lyre of heaven trembled

Still with the thought of you,

The twilight on the waters,

And all my spirit, too.