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The Soul's Storm.

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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.

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Exploring the themes of classic, Emily Elizabeth Dickinson delivers a powerful performance in "The Soul's Storm."... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...

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