Evening Star Newspaper, April 7, 1935, Page 96

16 THIS WEEK April 7, 1935 Weather-Cocks by ALFRED’NOYES A wind blows over the world today. It whitens the crested seas. The cows in the meadow all point one way, And stand with their heads to the breeze. The old church weather-cock shines like a star; But he’s never so true, say I, As Daffodil, Strawberry, Primrose are To the way of the wind in the sky. For the weather-cock’s eyes are bright and blind. He can neither see nor feel. But the eyes of the Guernsey herd are kind And their coats are soft as a seal. The weather-cock turns like a lump of lead. His feathers are wrought of brass; But Buttercup’s velvety coat and head Will twitch at a flick of the grass. The weather-cock never can shiver or shrink; His beak is as bright as gold; But Meadow-sweet’s muzzle is moist and pink, And it turns away from the cold. So the old church-vane may glitter on high, But it never can point so true As Meadow-sweet, Buttercup, Strawberry, Primrose, Daffodil do. .