< Poems (Tennyson, 1843) < Volume 1
For works with similar titles, see The Owl.
SONG.—THE OWL.
When cats run home and light is come,
And dew is cold upon the ground,
And the far-off stream is dumb,
And the whirring sail goes round,
And the whirring sail goes round;
Alone and warming his five wits,
The white owl in the belfry sits.
When merry milkmaids click the latch,
And rarely smells the new-mown hay,
And the cock hath sung beneath the thatch
Twice or thrice his roundelay.
Twice or thrice his roundelay:
Alone and warming his five wits,
The white owl in the belfry sits.
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