Where the Reddleman’s Daughter continues her dream; in which amidst the suffering of the people a giantess appears.

For mile on mile, and mile on mile, echoing around,
shrunk spine rattling coughs,
and a moaning helpless sound.

I felt the earth was trembling, and like a split hillside,
a giantess stood there,
with barley straw for her hair as a turning tide.

Who saw where she had come from, who knew from where she came, like a green blade rising
from the buried grain?

She stood alone amongst them a bursting corn sack moon and her eyes they had a sadness a honeysuckle gloom.

Her tears were those of one who loves but knows of what will be,
like a willow weeping quietly
like a wind-blown tree.

She gathered them up gently, in ones, and twos and threes and gnawed their limbs, and stuffed them in,
her stump teeth chewed
her gristle food,
with a jaunce and weary grin.

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