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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.