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THE COCK

God knows what time it is
The Cock Crows Corkscrewing its neck
It crows hour after hour

Each of these Crows seems
To come from the nerve-knot of its voice-box
Dropping into dripping Time -

Waking up 1~he sky
And shaking up the earth, from its sleep
Sine~, by then, the pleasure's over any way.
That's why the crows rise up earlier than others
The dew from the morning flower drops slowly

You don't see the cocks in the morning
To sweep away the dew ancl the flowers.

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