The Comrades Poems Old & New: By William Canton |
 |
|
| 1. |
| 2. |
|
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
|
|
| I. |
| II. |
|
| I. |
| II. |
Cockcrow |
|
 | The Comrades |  |
196
Cockcrow
When nights are short in early June,
We, risen betimes, shall haply see
The silver sickle of the moon
Hang gleaming in an eastern tree.
We, risen betimes, shall haply see
The silver sickle of the moon
Hang gleaming in an eastern tree.
Poised in the dawn's pure silver-grey,
Blue clouds shall wait the gold and red,
While pallid star-flakes melt away
In cold, clear azure overhead.
Blue clouds shall wait the gold and red,
While pallid star-flakes melt away
In cold, clear azure overhead.
The dim brown fields shall seem to sleep
Self-shadowed; mist shall here and there
Lie white in pools, where dewlap-deep
Great kine shall loom i' the twilight air.
Self-shadowed; mist shall here and there
Lie white in pools, where dewlap-deep
Great kine shall loom i' the twilight air.
197
Where trees in hazy blue embower
Some distant farm, a sudden cock
Shall crow; and faint from city tower
Shall float the chimes of three o'clock.
Some distant farm, a sudden cock
Shall crow; and faint from city tower
Shall float the chimes of three o'clock.
Then from the meadow, sweet and loud,
The morning star of song shall spire,
And morn shall burst through sky and cloud
In one vast flowerage of fire.
The morning star of song shall spire,
And morn shall burst through sky and cloud
In one vast flowerage of fire.
Oh, revelling skylark, sing and soar,
Rose-winged, rose-bosomed, o'er the morn!
But chanticleer and we, once more
Must scratch the world for gems and corn.
Rose-winged, rose-bosomed, o'er the morn!
But chanticleer and we, once more
Must scratch the world for gems and corn.
| The Comrades | |