TESTO DEL LIED"There came a wind like a bugle"
di Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
There came a wind like a bugle,
It quivered through the grass,
And a green chill upon the heat
So ominous did pass
We barred the window and the doors
As from an emerald ghost
The doom's electric moccasin
That very instant passed.
On a strange mob of planting trees,
And fences fled away,
And rivers where the houses ran
The 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!