Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас)

Cock-Crow

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

1. Women He Liked
2. When We Two Walked
3. Bright Clouds
4. What Shall I Give?
5. Some Eyes Condemn

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