I heard the farm cocks crowing, loud, and faint, and thin, <br />When hooded night was going and one clear planet winked: <br />I heard shrill notes begin down the spired wood distinct, <br />When cloudy shoals were chinked and gilt with fires of day. <br />White-misted was the weald; the lawns were silver-grey; <br />The lark his lonely field for heaven had forsaken; <br />And the wind upon its way whispered the boughs of may, <br />And touched the nodding peony-flowers to bid them waken.<br /><br />Siegfried Sassoon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daybreak-in-a-garden/
