The Heart is Sky

The heart is like the sky, a part of heaven,

but changes night and day too, like the sky;

Now o'er it clouds and thunder must be driven,

And darkness and destruction as on high:

But when it hath been scorch'd, and pierced, and riven,

Its storms expire in water-drops; the eye

pours forth at last the heart's-blood turn'd to tears,

which make the English climate of our years.

--Byron