Cockcrow: Woodstock (verse)
Robinson, Henry Morton
Qockcrow: Woodstock The cock that crew when Peter lied Crows now, and in his throat Lugubrious and empty pride Strains with a warning note. More melancholy than the owl, This chanticleer of death-...
...How cunning art Thou, Lord, To herald our perennial shame By this perennial bird...
...Henry Morton Robinson...
...More melancholy than the owl, This chanticleer of death- This tragi-comic barnyard fowl Whose triple-taken breath Reminds us that another morn In beauty riding high Will scarcely echo his vain horn Before we shall deny Thrice, and three times thrice, His Name...
Vol. 11 • January 1930 • No. 10
