There Came a Wind Like a Bugle - Jan DeGaetani, Gilbert Kalish, Аарон Копленд

There cam a Wind like a Bugle —

It quivered through the Grass

And a Green Chill upon the Heat

So ominous did pass

They barred the Window and the Doors

As from an Emerald Ghost —

The Doom’s electric Moccasin

The very instant passed —

On a strange Mob of panting Trees

And Fences fled away

And Rivers where the Houses ran

That 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!