IV. Time and Eternity
L. The Soul's Storm.

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 in my dream;
It sickened, fresh upon 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.