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SONG. THE OWL.

1.

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

2.

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.

1.

THY tuwhits are lull'd 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.

2.

I would mock thy chaunt anew ;
But I cannot mimick it ;

Not a whit of thy tuwhoo,

Thee to woo to thy tuwhit,
Thee to woo to thy tuwhit,

With a lengthen❜d loud halloo,

Tuwhoo, tuwhit, tuwhit, tuwhoo-(-0.

RECOLLECTIONS

OF

THE ARABIAN NIGHTS.

WHEN the breeze of a joyful dawn blew free In the silken sail of infancy,

The tide of time flow'd back with me,

The forward-flowing tide of time;
And many a sheeny summer-morn,
Adown the Tigris I was borne,
By Bagdat's shrines of fretted gold,
High-walled gardens green and old ;
True Mussulman was I and sworn,
For it was in the golden prime
Of good Haroun Alraschid.

Anight my shallop, rustling thro'
The low and bloomed foliage, drove

The fragrant, glistening deeps, and clove
The citron-shadows in the blue :

By garden porches on the brim,
The costly doors flung open wide,
Gold glittering thro' lamplight dim,
And broider'd sofas on each side:
In sooth it was a goodly time,
For it was in the golden prime
Of good Haroun Alraschid.

Often, where clear-stemm'd platans guard The outlet, did I turn away

The boat-head down a broad canal

From the main river sluiced, where all
The sloping of the moon-lit sward
Was damask-work, and deep inlay
Of braided blooms unmown, which crept
Adown to where the water slept.
A goodly place, a goodly time,
For it was in the golden prime
Of good Haroun Alraschid.

A motion from the river won
Ridged the smooth level, bearing on
My shallop thro' the star-strown calm,
Until another night in night

I enter'd, from the clearer light,
Imbower'd vaults of pillar'd palm,

Imprisoning sweets, which, as they clomb

Heavenward, were stay'd beneath the dome

Of hollow boughs.-A goodly time,
For it was in the golden prime
Of good Haroun Alraschid.

Still onward; and the clear canai
Is rounded to as clear a lake.
From the green rivage many a fall
Of diamond rillets musical,
Thro' little crystal arches low

Down from the central fountain's flow
Fall'n silver-chiming, seem'd to shake
The sparkling flints beneath the prow,
A goodly place, a goodly time,
For it was in the golden prime
Of good Haroun Alraschid.

Above thro' many a bowery turn
A walk with vary-colour'd shells
Wander'd engrain'd. On either side
All round about the fragrant marge
From fluted vase, and brazen urn
In order, eastern flowers large,
Some dropping low their crimson bells
Half-closed, and others studded wide
With disks and tiars, fed the time
With odour in the golden prime
Of good Haroun Alraschid.

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