Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.
Part Two: NatureXXXVII
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With threatening tunes and low,—
He flung a menace at the earth,
A menace at the sky.
And started all abroad;
The dust did scoop itself like hands
And throw away the road.
The thunder hurried slow;
The lightning showed a yellow beak,
And then a livid claw.
The cattle fled to barns;
There came one drop of giant rain,
And then, as if the hands
The waters wrecked the sky,
But overlooked my father’s house,
Just quartering a tree.