A shattered rough, Nature so threw my sense
in awe observed the fall of snow, I watched
as quick the lightning struck out from the storm,
the chill so bleakly shown, a thunderhead.
So gave my pulse a rise, to think of whence
and lent to beauty flowing thoughts so notched.
A life remember, lost in timeless form
of sweet lamentfull dreams, so left unsaid.
The clouds so black as coal, elect offence
as sweet the tides of snow descending botched
a view so feint, a trait humanly warm.
On which of these, before the draw to bed
the thoughts of mine so rest the dream of life,
before the grace of thundering snows, strife.
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