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