OF all the birds from East to West That tuneful are and dear, I love that farmyard bird the best, They call him Chanticleer. @3Gold plume and copper plume, Comb of scarlet gay; 'Tis he that scatters night and gloom, And summons back the day!@1 He is the sun's brave herald Who, ringing his blithe horn, Calls round a world dew-pearled The heavenly airs of morn. Oh, clear gold, shrill and bold, He calls through creeping mist The mountains from the night and cold To rose and amethyst. He sets the birds to singing, And calls the flowers to rise; The morning cometh, bringing Sweet sleep to heavy eyes. @3Gold plume and silver plume, Comb of coral gay; 'Tis he packs off the night and gloom, And summons home the day.@1 Black fear he sends it flying, Black care he drives afar; And creeping shadows sighing Before the morning star. The birds of all the forest Have dear and pleasant cheer, But still I hold the rarest The farmyard Chanticleer. @3Red cock and black cock, Gold cock or white, The flower of all the feathered flock, He summons back the light!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NEW INN: A VISION OF BEAUTY by BEN JONSON ON THE MOOR by ROBERT ADAMSON (1832-) LINES TO BE SPOKEN BY THOMAS DENMAN.....WHEN FOUR YEARS OLD by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD VILLANELLE by JOACHIM DU BELLAY THE AVENUE by GEORGES BOUTELLEAU THE WEST WIND by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |