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 With gilded eyes and open wings The cock his courage shows; With claps of joy his breast he dings, And twenty times he crows.

The dove with whistling wings so blue The winds can fast collect; Her purple pens turn many a hue Against the sun direct.

Now noon is went; gone is midday, The heat doth slake at last; The sun descends down West away, For three of clock is past.

The rayons of the sun we see Diminish in their strength; The shade of every tower and tree Extendit is in length.

Great is the calm, for everywhere The wind is setting down; The reek throws right up in the air From every tower and town.

The gloming comes; the day is spent; The sun goes out of sight; And painted is the occident With purple sanguine bright.

Our west horizon circular From time the sun be set Is all with rubies, as it were, Or roses red o'erfret.