An awful Tempest mashed the air –
The clouds were gaunt, and few –
A Black – as of a Spectre’s Cloak
Hid Heaven and Earth from view.
The clouds were gaunt, and few –
A Black – as of a Spectre’s Cloak
Hid Heaven and Earth from view.
The creatures chuckled on the Roofs –
And whistled in the air –
And shook their fists –
And gnashed their teeth –
And swung their frenzied hair.
And whistled in the air –
And shook their fists –
And gnashed their teeth –
And swung their frenzied hair.
The morning lit – the Birds arose –
The Monster’s faded eyes
Turned slowly to his native coast –
And peace – was Paradise!
The Monster’s faded eyes
Turned slowly to his native coast –
And peace – was Paradise!
Emily Dickinson
The Storm is over!
An awful Tempest mashed the air –
The clouds were thin, and few –
A Black – as Heaven and Earth hide
From view of a Specter’s Cloak.
The clouds were thin, and few –
A Black – as Heaven and Earth hide
From view of a Specter’s Cloak.
The creatures giggle on the Roofs –
And whistled in the air –
And shook their hands –
And grinded their teeth –
And swung their frenzied hair.
And whistled in the air –
And shook their hands –
And grinded their teeth –
And swung their frenzied hair.
The morning lit – the Birds arose –
The Monster’s faded eyes
Turned slowly to his native coast –
And Paradise was peace!
The Monster’s faded eyes
Turned slowly to his native coast –
And Paradise was peace!
* her skillful description of Violent weather.
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