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Chanticleer
Of all the birds from East to West
That tuneful are and dear,
I love that farmyard bird the best,
They call him Chanticleer.
Gold plume and copper plume,
Comb of scarlet gay;
’Tis he that scatters night and gloom,
And whistles back the day!
He is the sun’s brave herald
That, ringing his blithe horn,
Calls round a world dew-pearled
The heavenly airs of morn.
O clear gold, shrill and bold!
He calls through creeping mist
The mountains from the night and cold
To rose and amethyst.
He sets the birds to singing,
And calls the flowers to rise;
The morning cometh, bringing
Sweet sleep to heavy eyes.
Gold plume and silver plume,
Comb of coral gay;
’Tis he packs off the night and gloom,
And summons home the day!
Black fear he sends it flying,
Black care he drives afar;
And creeping shadows sighing
Before the morning star.
The birds of all the forest
Have dear and pleasant cheer,
But yet I hold the rarest
The farmyard Chanticleer.
Red cock or black cock,
Gold cock or white,
The flower of all the feathered flock,
He whistles back the light!
by Katharine Tynan Hinkson
Katharine Tynan Hinkson, who also wrote under the name Katharine Tynan, was born on 23 January 1859 in Clondalkin, County Dublin, Ireland. She was married to Henry Albert Hinkson (1865 - 1919) in 1898. She became a novelist and a poet. Katharine Tynan passed on at 72 years of age on 2 April 1931 in Wimbledon, London, England.
Of all the birds from East to West
That tuneful are and dear,
I love that farmyard bird the best,
They call him Chanticleer.
Gold plume and copper plume,
Comb of scarlet gay;
’Tis he that scatters night and gloom,
And whistles back the day!
He is the sun’s brave herald
That, ringing his blithe horn,
Calls round a world dew-pearled
The heavenly airs of morn.
O clear gold, shrill and bold!
He calls through creeping mist
The mountains from the night and cold
To rose and amethyst.
He sets the birds to singing,
And calls the flowers to rise;
The morning cometh, bringing
Sweet sleep to heavy eyes.
Gold plume and silver plume,
Comb of coral gay;
’Tis he packs off the night and gloom,
And summons home the day!
Black fear he sends it flying,
Black care he drives afar;
And creeping shadows sighing
Before the morning star.
The birds of all the forest
Have dear and pleasant cheer,
But yet I hold the rarest
The farmyard Chanticleer.
Red cock or black cock,
Gold cock or white,
The flower of all the feathered flock,
He whistles back the light!
by Katharine Tynan Hinkson
Katharine Tynan Hinkson, who also wrote under the name Katharine Tynan, was born on 23 January 1859 in Clondalkin, County Dublin, Ireland. She was married to Henry Albert Hinkson (1865 - 1919) in 1898. She became a novelist and a poet. Katharine Tynan passed on at 72 years of age on 2 April 1931 in Wimbledon, London, England.
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