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 window and the doors
As from an emerald ghost
The doom’s electric moccasin
That very instant passed

On a strange mob of planting 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!