The Clocks Clear Voice Into The Clearer Air
Read 'The Clocks Clear Voice Into The Clearer Air' by 'Robert Louis Stevenson' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
The Clocks Clear Voice Into The Clearer Air by Robert Louis Stevenson
THE cock's clear voice into the clearer air
Where westward far I roam,
Mounts with a thrill of hope,
Falls with a sigh of home.
A rural sentry, he from farm and field
The coming morn descries,
And, mankind's bugler, wakes
The camp of enterprise.
He sings the morn upon the westward hills
Strange and remote and wild;
He sings it in the land
Where once I was a child.
He brings to me dear voices of the past,
The old land and the years:
My father calls for me,
My weeping spirit hears.
Fife, fife, into the golden air, O bird,
And sing the morning in;
For the old days are past
And new days begin.
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