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 — 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!