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Anonymous2015-08-26 1:25
An Ode to the Big Black Cock GOOD morrow to thy sable beak, And glossy plumage, dark and sleek, Thy crimson moon and azure eye, Cock of the heath, so wildly shy!
I see thee, slily cowering, through That wiry web of silver dew, That twinkles in the morning air, Like easement of my lady fair.
A maid there is in yonder tower, Who, peeping from her early bower, Half shews, like thee, with simple wile, Her braided hair and morning smile.
The rarest things with wayward will, Beneath the covert hide them still: The rarest things to light of day Look shortly forth, and shrink away.
One fleeting moment of delight, I sunned me in her cheering sight; And short, I ween, the term will be, That I shall parley hold with thee.
Through Snowdon's mist red beams the day; The climbing herdboy chaunts his lay; The gnat-flies dance their sunny ring; Thou art already on the wing.
-- Joanna Baillie
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Anonymous2015-08-26 17:33
The early village cock Hath twice done salutation to the morn.