Cock-Crow
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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