The boding Owl, that in despair Doth moan and shiver on warm nights -- Shall that bird prophesy for me The fall of Heaven's eternal lights? When in the thistled field of Age I take my final walk on earth, Still will I make that Owl's despair A thing to fill my heart with mirth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OF ANY OLD MAN by ISAAC ROSENBERG UNDERWOODS: BOOK 2: 16. THE DEAREST FRIENDS ARE THE AULDEST FRIENDS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON FAREWELL OF A VIRGINIA SLAVE MOTHER TO HER DAUGHTERS SOLD INTO BONDAGE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 55. ALLAH-AL-MATEEN by EDWIN ARNOLD |