Portent

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Portent

Red cradle of the night,

In you

The dusky child

Sleeps fast till his might

Shall be piled

Sinew on sinew.

Red cradle of the night,

The dusky child

Sleeping sits upright.

Lo how

The winds blow now!

He pillows back;

The winds are again mild.

When he stretches his arms out,

Red cradle of the night,

The alarms shout

From bare tree to tree,

Wild

In afright!

Mighty shall he be,

Red cradle of the night,

The dusky child!!