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.

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!