Cock-Crow

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Cock-Crow

Out of the wood of thoughts that grows by night

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.