Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson  

There came a Wind like a Bugle –
It quivered through the Grass
And a Green Chill upon the Heat
So ominous did pass
We barred the Windows and the Doors
As from an Emerald Ghost –
The Doom’s electric Moccasin
That very instant passed -
On a strange Mob of panting Trees
And Fences fled away
And Rivers where the Houses ran
Those looked that lived – that day –
The Bell within the steeple wild
The flying tidings told –
How much can come
And much can go,
And yet abide the World !

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