WHAT THE OWL SAID TO ME.
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The moon went under a ragged cloud, The owl cried out of the ruined wall, Slow and solemn, distinct and loud, His melancholy call: Tu-whit, tu-whit, tu-whoo! Like a creature in a shroud.
Across the night in a silver chain, While a lonesome wind arose and died, Slow stepped the ghostly feet of the rain; The owl from the wall replied: Tu-whit, tu-whoo, hoo-hoo' With a peal of goblin laughter, And silence fell thereafter.
Weird fingers of the wandering rain, Reaching out of the hollow dark, Paused and tapped at my window-pane,— A muffled voice cried, Hark! Tu-whit, tu-whit, tu-whoo! The moon is drowned in the dark, And the world belongs to me and you!