A Presentiment Poem by William Cullen Bryant
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.
Haste! Taste! ! Let us fly! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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5 Stars for this absolute lovely poem, excellent rhyme and rhythm I have enjoyed immensely
What a magnificent poem about kids. Truly well observed by the great poet. Perfect rhyme and rhythm
Deeply moving and so poignant imbued with a meaningful message. Brilliantly presented with great poetic skill.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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A poem of rhyme and rhythm and a message to tell. Elders often think they know better. The truth is children keep their minds open to senses beyond the normal five.