COCK-CROW by EDWARD THOMAS

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