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oh father, let us hence for hark
a fearful murmur shakes the air
the clouds are coming swift and dark:
what horrid shapes they wear

a winged giant sails the sky
oh father, father, let us fly
‘hush, child; it is a grateful sound
that beating of the summer shower

here, where the boughs hang close around
we’ll p-ss a pleasant hour
till the fresh wind, that brings the rain
has swept the broad heaven clear again
‘

‘nay, father, let us haste for see
that horrid thing with h-rned brow
his wings o’erhang this very tree
he scowls upon us now

his huge black arm is lifted high
oh father, father, let us fly!’
‘hush, child;’ but, as the father spoke
downward the livid firebolt came

close to his ear the thunder broke
and, blasted by the flame
the child lay dead; while dark and still
swept the grim cloud along the hill

poem by william cullen bryant

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