It struck me every day <br /> The lightning was as new <br />As if the cloud that instant slit <br /> And let the fire through. <br /> <br />It burned me in the night, <br /> It blistered in my dream; <br />It sickened fresh upon my sight <br /> With every morning's beam. <br /> <br />I thought that storm was brief,-- <br /> The maddest, quickest by; <br />But Nature lost the date of this, <br /> And left it in the sky.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-struck-me-every-day/
