Hear the owls of night
They are poets burning bright
Each new sound a hundred more
They do set fire with bells aroar
Their loquacious tongues
do sing the hymn
Before the bat king (hung in the rafters)
To the cat clung tight in doors
stretching its carpet claws
And to each sound my ear is a tuned
As the play of light on your face by the moon
And right be right
wrong be wrong
You too my love
May hear the owl's song
Thought at night is there by right
Thought by day may go and play
Though I love the evening time
And run to it with body and mind
My love is free
As the roots of a tree
For in the day the truth to find
And yet it also must be true
That as night follows day
So I follow you
And being as one who sees
but does not say
I will keep you a secret
from this to the last day
And comfort is blind
To the trials of love
It is good it might find
In the darkness above
A light of star to guide
While the night we abide
We pray that the day
May be more merciful and kind
So scurry not
To the scarecrows lot
With flightless birds from the sea
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