Emily Dickinson - Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning lyrics

925 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 Robbed—was I—intact to Bandit All my Mansion torn Sun—withdrawn to Recognition Furthest shining—done Yet was not the foe—of any Not the smallest Bird In the nearest Orchard dwelling Be of Me—afraid Most—I love the Cause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