Song -- The Owl
by Alfred Lord Tennyson
I.
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.
II.
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,
See also Second Song -- To The Same.
Source:
The Works Of Alfred Lord TennysonCopyright 1893
London: Macmillan And Co.
Toronto: The Copp Clark Co. Limited.