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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HEATH-COCK, by JOANNA BAILLIE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Good morrow to thy sable beak Last Line: Thou art already on the wing. Variant Title(s): The Black Cock Subject(s): Birds; Roosters; Snowdon (mountain), Wales; Cocks | |||
GOOD morrow to thy sable beak And glossy plumage dark and sleek, Thy crimson moon and azure eye, Cock of the heath, so wildly shy: I see thee slyly cowering through That wiry web of silvery dew, That twinkles in the morning air, Like casements of my lady fair. A maid there is in yonder tower, Who, peeping from her early bower, Half show, like thee, her simple wile, Her braided hair and morning smile. The rarest things, with wayward will, Beneath the covert hide them still; The rarest things to break of day Look shortly forth, and shrink away. A fleeting moment of delight I sunned me in her cheering sight; As short, I ween, the time will be That I shall parley hold with thee. Through Snowdon's mist red beams the day, The climbing herd-boy chants his lay, The gnat-flies dance their sunny ring, -- Thou art already on the wing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A COCK AT ROCHESTER by CHARLES SEDLEY TWO VIEWS OF IT by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH CHICK-A-ROOSTER by HENRY CROCKER THE COCK by HORTENSE KING FLEXNER ROOSTER; TO PAT RYAN by JAMES HARRISON |
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