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 passed -
Upon a Mob -On a strange Mob of panting Trees
And Fences fled away
And Rivers where the Houses ran
The Living looked that Day -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 yetremain abide the World!