It struck me—every Day—

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 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 —