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2015/02/15

POETRY PATH : The Owl




When cats run home and light is gone,
And dew is cold upon the ground,
And the far-off stream is dumb,
And the whirring sail goes round,
And the whirring goes round;
Alone and warming his five wits,
The white owl in the belfry sits. 

English  barn Owl Painting

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.

-Alfred, Lord Tennyson 


  Nature mini graphics
Pinegreenwoods Poertry Path