A Song of an Owl.
Bright the moon shone,1
When from his hole2
Quietly stole3
A white owl ;4
Very wan5
Looked this fowl6
As he flew.7
What made him flit ?8
He’d a purpose in view,9
To wit—to woo,10
That was it, nothing new :11
And trusting to wit12
He proceeded to woo,13
Till he won14
A bird as white15
As e’er flew by night,16
With brown eyes bright,17
But as grave as a nun.18
Then the two19
Sat all the night through20
In eloquent silence, words being few,21
For all that they knew22
Was Tu-whit and Tu-whoo !23