Cock-crow

Out of the wood of thoughts that grows by

To be cut down by the sharp axe of light, -Out of the night, two cocks together crow,

Cleaving the darkness with a silver blow:

And bright before my eyes twin trumpeters stand,

Heralds of splendour, one at either hand,

Each facing each as in a coat of arms:-The milkers lace their boots up at the farms.