Aaron Copland — There Came a Wind Like a Bugle

There cam a Wind like a Bugle - It quivered through the Grass And a Green Chill upon the Heat So ominous did pass They barred the Window and the Doors As from an Emerald Ghost - The Doom's electric Moccasin The very instant passed - On a strange Mob of panting Trees And Fences fled away And Rivers where the Houses ran That 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!