There came a Wind like a Bugle -
It quivered through the Gra**
And a Green Chill upon the Heat
So ominous did pa**
We barred the Windows and the Doors
As from an Emerald Ghost -
The Doom's electric Moccasin
The very instant pa**ed -
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!