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
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!

Emily Dickinson

A simpler version

The poem tells not hurricane but violent tornade. not elctric: amber

A wind came like a bugle.
It quivered through the grass
And a green chill did pass
Upon the ominous heat,

We barred the windows and the doors
As if we escape from an emerald ghost,
That very instant the doom’s
Amber moccasin passed

On a strange Mob of panting Trees
And Fences fled away and rivers
Where the houses forced out
Cheerfully living people that day.

The wild bell in the steeple
Told the weather in the sky
How much can come
And much can go,
And yet people endured!