Some Favored Nook, Pt. 2: No. 11, There Came a Wind Like a Bugle

DICKINSON:

There came a wind like a bugle; It quivered through the grass, And a green chill upon the heat So ominous did pass

They dropped like Flakes—

They dropped like Stars—

Like Petals from a Rose—

When suddenly across the June

A Wind with fingers— goes—

They perished in the Seamless Grass— No eye could find the place—

But God can summon every face On his Repealless— List.