There Came A Wind Like A Bugle
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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