It struck me—every Day—

It struck me — every Day —The Lightning was as newAs if the Cloud that instant slitAnd let the Fire through —

It burned Me — in the Night —It Blistered to My Dream —It sickened fresh upon my sight —With every Morn that came —

I though that Storm — was brief —The Maddest — quickest by —But Nature lost the Date of This —And left it in the Sky —