There cam 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
The 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!
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- I Meant To Find Her When I Came
- Rest At Night
- The Chariot
- I'M "Wife"&Mdash;I'Ve Finished That
- The Soul Has Bandaged Moments