• Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning —

    Lightning — lets away

    Power to perceive His Process

    With Vitality.


    Maimed — was I — yet not by Venture —

    Stone of stolid Boy —

    Nor a Sportsman's Peradventure —

    Who mine Enemy?


    Robbed — was I — intact to Bandit —

    All my...

  • The Lightning is a yellow Fork

    From Tables in the sky

    By inadvertent fingers dropt

    The awful Cutlery


    Of mansions never quite disclosed

    And never quite concealed

    The Apparatus of the Dark

    To ignorance revealed.

  • The Lightning playeth — all the while —

    But when He singeth — then —

    Ourselves are conscious He exist —

    And we approach Him — stern —


    With Insulators — and a Glove —

    Whose short — sepulchral Bass

    Alarms us — tho' His Yellow feet

    May pass — and counterpass —


    Upon the...