While the cock with lively din Scatters the rear of unlitness thin.

Someone has said that every line in that incomparable poem brings atleast one distinct picture vividly before the mind's eye. The picturethe first line of the couplet I have quoted suggests to ray mind is notof crowing Chanticleer at all, but of a stalwart, bare-armed,blowsy-faced woman, vigorously beating on a tin pan with a stick; butfor what purpose--whether to call down a passing swarm of bees, or tosummon the chickens to be fed--I never know. It is only my mentalpicture of a "lively din." As to the second line, all attempts to seethe thing described only bring before me clouds and shadows, confusedlyrushing about in an impossible way; a chaos utterly unlike the serenityand imperceptible growth of morning, and not a picture at all.