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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
"SWEET SUFFOLK OWL, SO TRIMLY DIGHT", by ANONYMOUS
Last Line: "and sings a dirge for dying souls, / 'te whit, te whoo!'"
Subject(s): Birds;death;owls; "dead, The;
Last Line: "and sings a dirge for dying souls, / 'te whit, te whoo!'"
Subject(s): Birds;death;owls; "dead, The;
SWEET Suffolk owl, so trimly dight
With feathers, like a lady bright;
Thou sing'st alone, sitting by night,
'Te whit! Te whoo!'
Thy note that forth so freely rolls
With shrill command the mouse controls;
And sings a dirge for dying souls.
'Te whit! To whoo!'
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