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A Presentiment

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 pass 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 horned 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