<\/p>\n
\u201cMomma dear, do you hear<\/p>\n
The silent fear tonight?<\/p>\n
The skies were blue and lovely too<\/p>\n
Baby blue in the light.<\/p>\n
Hark; hark; now they\u2019re dark,<\/p>\n
No lark is there in the sky,\u201d<\/p>\n
The baby bird cried and cried<\/p>\n
The tide it smashed the sky.<\/p>\n
The rising tide flew far and wide, the birdies cried in fright,<\/p>\n
The skies they roar and the gales they soar in a battle gore tonight!<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Momma Lark smiled in the dark,<\/p>\n
Said, \u201cHark, my sweetest child,<\/p>\n
Cyclone and storm in every form<\/p>\n
Hurts not a worm in the wild.<\/p>\n
Hold me tight in storms tonight,<\/p>\n
Till the break of light hug me,<\/p>\n
A fairytale till subsides the gale,<\/p>\n
I\u2019ll tell you a tale, sweet pea.<\/p>\n
The rising tide flew far and wide, the winds they cried in fright,<\/p>\n
The skies they roar and the gales they soar in a battle gore tonight!<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
\u201cOnce upon a time,\u201d she said in rhyme,<\/p>\n
\u201cA man in his prime \u2013 King Lear,<\/p>\n
Betrayed by his lass, he said \u2018Alas!\u2019<\/p>\n
\u2018This too shall pass,\u2019 said his peer.<\/p>\n
The saddened Lear in a maddened fear<\/p>\n
Without a peer behind,<\/p>\n
Dashed out in the storm in a frenzied form<\/p>\n
With a storm that cursed his mind.<\/p>\n
The storm was kind to Lear and his mind; it would be kind tonight,\u201d<\/p>\n
The skies they roar and the gales they soar in a battle gore tonight!<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
When that form, broke down the norm<\/p>\n
They called the storm \u2018Maria,\u2019<\/p>\n
The tempest grew, Prospero knew<\/p>\n
What would brew off his idea.<\/p>\n
The fiery Cloud laughed out aloud<\/p>\n
And loud and loud he roared,<\/p>\n
The West Wind died in the ocean wide<\/p>\n
Denied, yet now adored.<\/p>\n
Storms in lore battalions tore; he\u2019ll scare no more tonight,\u201d<\/p>\n
The skies they roar and the gales they soar in a battle gore tonight!<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The mother lark hugged in the dark<\/p>\n
The little lark at her breast,<\/p>\n
An innocent trust: no wind or gust<\/p>\n
Must dare to break their nest.<\/p>\n
The forest shivered and aspens quivered,<\/p>\n
The thousand-rivered seas<\/p>\n
Burst and bloomed as horror loomed,<\/p>\n
Brought mountains to their knees.<\/p>\n
Then from the East, the smiling East, on man and beast shone light,<\/p>\n
The skies they pour and the winds they soar; the war was won tonight!<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The breezes brush the golden lush<\/p>\n
Of feathers that hushed the gale<\/p>\n
Momma smiled at her sleeping child,<\/p>\n
Slept the wild, wild seas and vale.<\/p>\n
The sultry Heat was there to greet<\/p>\n
Soft rains to which he\u2019d bow;<\/p>\n
Soft breezes glided, the storm subsided<\/p>\n
As a soothing hand on a fevered brow.<\/p>\n
The skies may roar and the gales may soar in a battle gore at night,<\/p>\n
Remember my dear, my dear don\u2019t fear, like birds in flight, alight!<\/p>\n
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Somoshree Palit \u201cMomma dear, do you hear The silent fear tonight? The skies were blue and lovely too Baby blue in the light. Hark; hark; now they\u2019re dark, No lark is there in the sky,\u201d The baby bird cried and cried The tide it smashed the sky. The rising tide flew far and wide, the birdies cried in fright, The skies they roar and the gales they soar in a battle gore tonight! Momma Lark smiled in the dark, Said, \u201cHark, my sweetest child, Cyclone and storm in every form Hurts not a worm in the wild. Hold…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":46,"featured_media":0,"parent":32,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-65","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/65","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/46"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=65"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/65\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":72,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/65\/revisions\/72"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/32"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=65"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}