An awful Tempest mashed the air --

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An awful Tempest mashed the air --
Written by:Emily Dickinson (other works)
Poem #:198
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Language:English
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Preceded by:Morning -- is the place for Dew -- -197-
Succeeded by:I'm "wife" -- I've finished that -- -199-

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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!






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