925 <br /> <br />Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning— <br />Lightning—lets away <br />Power to perceive His Process <br />With Vitality. <br /> <br />Maimed—was I—yet not by Venture— <br />Stone of stolid Boy— <br />Nor a Sportsman's Peradventure— <br />Who mine Enemy? <br /> <br />Robbed—was I—intact to Bandit— <br />All my Mansion torn— <br />Sun—withdrawn to Recognition— <br />Furthest shining—done— <br /> <br />Yet was not the foe—of any— <br />Not the smallest Bird <br />In the nearest Orchard dwelling <br />Be of Me—afraid. <br /> <br />Most—I love the Cause that slew Me. <br />Often as I die <br />Its beloved Recognition <br />Holds a Sun on Me— <br /> <br />Best—at Setting—as is Nature's— <br />Neither witnessed Rise <br />Till the infinite Aurora <br />In the other's eyes.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/struck-was-i-not-yet-by-lightning/
