Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

There Came A Wind Like A Bugle - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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!


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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