The Alarm
Cock why do you crow
So morning early
What it is you know
So this time surely
Is it to tell them
Who wash dew away
With dress swinging hem
To climb down with tray
Over rocks worn wet
And smooth with our feet
While stars waking yet
Wink in cold conceit
O Christ, my mother then
Market weary yawns
In the time dark when
The mind rough dream spawns
Cock what bothers you
What gnaws at your sleep
My cross weighted too
Still I silent keep
Endless this alarm
Useless to-day calls
In my pillow warm
Let each teardrop falls
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