• The farthest Thunder that I heard

    Was nearer than the Sky

    And rumbles still, though torrid Noons

    Have lain their missiles by —

    The Lightning that preceded it

    Struck no one but myself —

    But I would not exchange the Bolt

    For all the rest of Life —

    Indebtedness to Oxygen

    ...

  • To pile like Thunder to its close

    Then crumble grand away

    While Everything created hid

    This — would be Poetry —


    Or Love — the two coeval come —

    We both and neither prove —

    Experience either and consume —

    For None see God and live —