Alfred Lord Tennyson - The Owl

Lyrics

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 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