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Read the poem: “The Storm”

by Emily Dickinson

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American Literature – American Poetry – Emily Dickinson
< < < The stimulus, beyond the grave
The Sun’s Wooing > > >

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!


< < < The stimulus, beyond the grave
The Sun’s Wooing > > >

American Literature – American Poetry – Emily Dickinson

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