Excerpt from an awful tempest mashed the air
emily dickinson

an 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.

5 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;
10 the monster's faded eyes
turned slowly to his native coast,
and peace was paradise!

the theme of this poem is best expressed by the following statement:
a) generosity is pure.
b) bad times only last a little while.
c) emotion can be overwhelming at times.
d) in the end, evil always wins out.