As oft de Wolk no spliet
En op dit stuit it Fjoer trochliet
Sa wie it Ljochtsjen - nij -
It skroeide My - by Nacht -
Luts Blierren oer Myn Dream -
En elke nije Moarn dy’t kaam
Bedoar ’t myn earste sicht -
It duorret mar - in skoft -
De Mâlste Stoarm - is koart -
Tocht Ik - mar de Natuer fergeat
Syn Duer - ’t bleau yn ’e Loft -
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 to My Dream -
It sickened fresh opon my sight -
With every Morn that came -
I thought that Storm - was brief -
The Maddest - quickest by -
But Nature lost the Date of This -
And left it in the Sky -
F636 (J362). Ofbylding: Houghton Library, Harvard University, Cambridge, MA.
