Resting Cow
brass, gold wire 3" across
from Stove
Tis the yeares midnight, and it is the dayes,
Lucies, who scarce seven houres herself unmasks.
The Sunne is spent, and now his flasks
Send forth light squibs, no constant rayes;
The worlds whole sap is sunke;
The generall balme th'hydroptique earth hath drunk
Whither, as to the beds-feet life is shrunke..
A nocturnall upon S Lucies day, Being the shortest day - John Donne C17th
