198 <br /> <br />An awful Tempest mashed the air— <br />The clouds were gaunt, and few— <br />A Black—as of a Spectre's Cloak <br />Hid Heaven and Earth from view. <br /> <br />The creatures chuckled on the Roofs— <br />And whistled in the air— <br />And shook their fists— <br />And gnashed their teeth— <br />And swung their frenzied hair. <br /> <br />The morning lit—the Birds arose— <br />The Monster's faded eyes <br />Turned slowly to his native coast— <br />And peace—was Paradise!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-awful-tempest-mashed-the-air/
