Still dark outside at six a.m. br And all asleep save me. I see br The fire’s still in but just a glow br So I must go and fetch some coal. br The door creaks open to the world br So cold and crackly under the stars, br A bright full moon and a few white clouds br Faintly seen. Meanwhile out there br Somewhere, two fields away, the sea br Growls and mutters to itself, br Impatient for the sun’s return.