AN AWFUL TEMPEST MASHED THE AIR
by: Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
- N 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
- slowly to his native coast,
- And peace was Paradise
- God's Garden
- Dorothy Frances Gurney
- The Lord God planted a garden
- In the first white days of the world;
- And placed there an angel warden,
- In a garment of light unfurled.
- So near to the peace of heaven,
- The hawk might nest with the wren;
- For there, in the cool of the even,
- God walked with the first of men.
- And I dream that these garden closes,
- With their shade and their sun-flecked sod,
- And their lilies and bowers of roses
- Were laid by the hand of God.
- The kiss of the sun for pardon,
- The song of the birds for mirth,
- One is nearer God's Heart in a garden
- Than anywhere else on earth.
She Walks in BeautyShe walks in beauty, like the nightOf cloudless climes and starry skies;And all that’s best of dark and brightMeet in her aspect and her eyes;Thus mellowed to that tender lightWhich heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,Had half impaired the nameless graceWhich waves in every raven tress,Or softly lightens o’er her face;Where thoughts serenely sweet express,How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,The smiles that win, the tints that glow,But tell of days in goodness spent,A mind at peace with all below,A heart whose love is innocent!