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"The Book of Odes", by L. Cranmer-Byng, [1908],

p. 57

"Grey Dawns And Red\"

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.

"Printed by Hazell, Watson & Viney, Ld., London and Aylesbury"