Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

The Storm

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 moccason
That very instant passed.
On a strange mob of panting trees,
And fences fled away,
And rivers where the houses ran
The living looked that day.
The bell within the steeple wild
The flying tidings whirled.
How much can come
And much can go,
And yet abide the world!

1. A Syllable
2. If the Foolish Call Them
3. How Still the Bells in Steeples Stand
4. Life's Trades
5. Unto My Books So Good to Turn

Letitia Landon (Летиция Лэндон) The Storm ("There was a vessel combating the waves")

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