54064: Cock-Crow

<p dir="ltr"> Out of the wood of thoughts that grows by night<br> To be cut down by the sharp axe of light,---<br> Out of the night, two cocks together crow,<br> Cleaving the darkness with a silver blow:<br> And bright before my eyes twin trumpeters stand,<br> Heralds of splendour, one at either hand,<br> Each facing each as in a coat of arms:<br> The milkers lace their boots up at the farms.<br></p>