AN AWFUL TEMPEST MASHED THE AIR
by: Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
- N 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.
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- The creatures chuckled on the roofs
- And whistled in the air,
- And shook their fists and gnashed their teeth,
- And swung their frenzied hair.
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- The morning lit, the birds arose;
- The monster's faded eyes
- Turned slowly to his native coast,
- And peace was Paradise!
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