The poetical remains of William Sidney Walker ... Edited with a memoir of the author by the Rev. J. Moultrie |
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THE MID-DAY COCK. |
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THE MID-DAY COCK.
The mid-day cock is crowing,—The solemn wind is blowing;
A moment to my heart they come,
Through the town's unjoyous hum,
Through the weary din, and stir, and press,
Those strange and mingled sounds of solemn cheerfulness!
—But the marvellous music is fled;
The waters have closed o'er it,
And will no more restore it;
The corpse is there, but the life is flown;
My spirit is alone.
—O solitude! enchanter strong!
Would thou wert here, to wake the dead,
The pale cold sounds whose life is fled,
And bid them sing to thee, and join their song!
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