A cock of bronze on a turret high
Sang in the night before its time
Yet it so willed, and so it was.
The city slept and dreamt as yet.
Too loud the rains fell.
Too wild the gale-winds blew.
Ah! Will! Will! When you will,
You have your task begun and more
The rest extension of the Will.
Emmanuel George Cefai
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