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 Mansion torn —
Sun — withdrawn to Recognition —
Furthest shining — done —
Yet was not the foe — of any —
Not the smallest Bird
In the nearest Orchard dwelling
Be of Me — afraid.
Most — I love the Cause that slew Me.
Often as I die
Its beloved Recognition
Holds a Sun on Me —
Best — at Setting — as is Nature’s —
Neither witnessed Rise
Till the infinite Aurora
In the other’s eyes.