Poem by Alfred Tennyson

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. 

1. In the Valley of Cauteretz
2. The Cock
3. The Sailor Boy
4. The Merman
5. The Letters

Edward Thomas The Owl ("DOWNHILL I came, hungry, and yet not starved")

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