Alas Extra

1. A. RICHARDS

I. A. RICHARDS

ALAS EXTRA

Never, anywhere, did that cry arise,

That cockcrow blow:

A-high! Ugh! There!

I wanna hear!

Why honor here!

Without that ghost on-coming.

That doubt, that shirk,

That dawn of darkening.

The herald of the day

Has something still to say:

What's here at work?

What's starting like a guilty thing?

Before the blare blows thrice

What peters out?