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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LORD ALCOHOL; SONG by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE WAVING OF THE CORN by SIDNEY LANIER A SONG OF FREEDOM by ALICE MILLIGAN TWELVE SONNETS: 2 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE REASON WHY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |