Cock-crow

Edward Thomas

OUT of the wood of thoughts that grows by night 
To be cut down by the sharp ax of light,-- 
Out of the night, two cocks together crow, 
Cleaving the darkness with a silver blow: 
And brought before my eyes twin trumpeters stand, 
Heralds of splendor, one at either hand, 
Each facing each as in a coat of arms:-- 
The milkers lace their boots up at the farms.

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