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Слушать(AI)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.
Edward Thomas
Philip Edward Thomas (3 March 1878 – 9 April 1917) was a British poet, essayist, and novelist. He is considered a war poet, although few of his
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