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. Maud II
2. The Miller’s Daughter
3. St. Agnes’ Eve
4. To the Queen (Revered, beloved — O you that hold)
5. The Daisy, Written at Edinburgh

Ted Hughes The Owl ("I saw my world again through your eyes")

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