CHANTICLEER

(Shadows still. A scene half-lit.)

The proud cock cries out:
"I!
    I!
        I!
            I'll not be silent!"
And again, drunk with daybreak,
The bright glee
Of a sudden flight:
"Me!
        Me!
              Me!
                      Quiquiriqui!"
Ay!
Plumes or voice of sheer crimson,
Fly up to the light for my sake,
Sing, shine!
Make all my pain be gone.

And before the wide yellow dawn
The cock's comb rises: Hie!
(Sky. The stage is set.)