I have a gentle cock Croweth me day; He doth me risen early My matins for to say. I have a gentle cock Comen he is of great; His comb is of red coral; His tail is of jet. I have a gentle cock Comen he is of kind; His comb is of red coral; His tail is of inde. His legges been of azure So gentle and so small; His spurres are of silver white Into the wortewale. His eyen are of crystal Locken all in amber; And every night he percheth him In my lady's chamber. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE INFLATION OF THE CURRENCY, 1919 by ROBERT FROST BATTLE-CRIES by LOUIS UNTERMEYER BIRCH STREAM by ANNA BOYNTON AVERILL ASPATIA'S SONG, FR. THE MAID'S TRAEGDY by JOHN FLETCHER |