cock

There lies the bridge, and here's the clock,

Observe the lion and the cock,

The spacious court, the colonnade,

Noon and eve and midnight and cock-crowing,

Child whose love makes life as paradise,

Before the winter morn,

Before the earliest cock crow,

Jesus Christ was born:

Owls roost within and dancing satyrs mock.

Lord, I have heard the crowing of the cock

And have not wept: ah, Lord, Thou knowest it.

With wary half-closed eyes;

The cock has ceased to crow, the hen to cluck:

Only the fox is out, some heedless duck

Which slowly fired the clouds above;

The cock scream’d, somewhere far away;

In sleep the matrimonial dove

A shrill defiance of all to arms,

Shriek’d by the stable-cock, receiv’d

An angry answer from three farms.

A hundred feet below.

And at last they sit by a cock of hay,

As warm as the nest of a bird,