An awful Tempest mashed the air-
The clouds were gaunt, and few-
A black-as of a Spectre's Clock
Hid Heaven and Earth from view.
The creatures chuckled on the Roofs-
And whistled in the air-
And shock their fists-
And gnash their teeth-
And swung their frenzied hair.
The moring lit- the Birds arose-
The Monster's faded eyes
Turned slowly to his native coast-
And peace-was Paradise!

Emily Dickinson