I HEARD the farm cocks crowing, loud, and faint, and thin, When hooded night was going and one clear planet winked: I heard shrill notes begin down the spired wood distinct, When cloudy shoals were chinked and gilt with fires of day. White-misted was the weald; the lawns were silver-grey; The lark his lonely field for heaven had forsaken; And the wind upon its way whispered the boughs of may, And touched the nodding peony-flowers to bid them waken. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COLUMBUS by EDWARD EVERETT HALE A FAREWELL TO AMERICA, TO MRS. S. W. by PHILLIS WHEATLEY MOST ANY BIT OF LANDSCAPE by JEAN CAMERON AGNEW THE WEAVER'S APPRENTICE by AL-RUSAFI MAKE FRIENDS by ALI IBN ABU TALIB SONNET: MAN VERSUS ASCETIC. 4 by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |