The Book of Odes, by L. Cranmer-Byng, , at sacred-texts.com
Cold is the rain and cold the wind,
The cock gives dawn shrill greeting;
But a shadow steals across the blind,
And oh! my heart is beating.
The rain drives down, the wind tears past,
The cock shrills through the gloaming;
But love is in the house at last,
And sorrow flies his homing.
Though the world look dark through wind and rain,
And the dismal cock's a-crowing;
I'll sigh no more for the nights to wane,
And its oh! for the red dawn's glowing.
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