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THE OWL, by                    
First Line: While the moon with sudden gleam
Last Line: To him it is not harmony.
Alternate Author Name(s): Scott Of Ancram, Miss


While the Moon, with sudden gleam,
Through the clouds that cover her,
Darts her light upon the stream,
And the poplars gently stir,
Pleas'd I hear thy boding cry!
Owl, that lov'st the cloudy sky,
Sure, thy notes are harmony!

While the maiden, pale with care,
Wanders to the lonely shade,
Sighs her sorrows to the air,
While the flowerets round her fade,
Shrinks to hear thy boding cry!
Owl, that lov'st the cloudy sky,
To her it is not harmony!

While the wretch, with mournful dole,
Wrings his hands in agony,
Praying for his brother's soul,
Whom he pierced suddenly,
Shrinks to hear thy boding cry,
Owl that lov'st the cloudy sky,
To him it is not harmony.





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