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BUCOLIC COMEDY: THE FOX; FOR ANN PEARN, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Said old sir jason, the red-gold fox
Last Line: Neath the wall of the tall nodding town of the shade.
Subject(s): Clowns; Comedy; Laughter

Said old Sir Jason, the red-gold fox:
"The gardeners asleep, I will pick the locks:
His smooth leaves murmur like dark green seas,—
I will run beneath his nectarine trees.
But when it is dawn and the reynard-hued Sun
Will run through the tall empty town of the corn
And on my Gold Fleece gold spangles are born
Of the jangling dew,
Where the old cock crew,
Like that long-fleeced fox the Sun I will run
And my jangling gown
Will leave that tall town
With a rank and dank ragged-robin smell.
There is none to listen and none to tell,
As I tumble the old King toppling down.
For only my vixen wife will hark
Where the leaves of the wood are glittering dark
As the armoured men the King saw grow
From the earth ten thousand years ago.
When the kingly cock
In his feathered smock
With that five-hinged sword of wood, his crow,
Through the forest thrusts, I'll overthrow
This ancient King in his red-gold crown;
For now he is only a country clown
And his smock is a rustic long night-gown,
And a five-hinged sword of wood will not
Awaken a world that has fallen to rot
A world that's afraid
And pretends to be dead—
'Neath the wall of the tall nodding town of the shade.

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