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An awful Tempest mashed the air by Emily Dickinson Lyrics

Genre: misc | Year: 1891

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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 creatures chuckled on the Roofs
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!