Emily Dickinson
There came a Wind like a Bugle
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 passes–
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!
Emily Dickinson