The Owl by Tennyson

 THE OWL

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.

Second Song--To The Same.

Thy tuwhits are lulled, I wot,

Thy tuwhoos of yesternight,

Which, upon the dark afloat,

So took echo with delight,

So took echo with delight,

That her voice, untuneful grown,

Wears all day a fainter tone.

I would mock thy chaunt anew:

But I cannot mimic it;

Not a whit of thy tuwhoo,

Thee to woo to thy tuwhit,

Thee to woo to thy tuwhit,

With a lengthened loud halloo,

Tuwhoo, tuwhit, tuwhit, tuwhoo-o-o

by Alfred Tennyson