SONG THE OWL. I. WHEN cats run home and light is come, 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, When II. 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. I. 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. II. I would mock thy chaunt anew; 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-0-0. RECOLLECTIONS OF THE ARABIAN NIGHTS. WHEN the breeze of a joyful dawn blew free The tide of time flow'd back with me, Anight my shallop, rustling thro' The low and bloomed foliage, drove The fragrant, glistening deeps, and clove By garden porches on the brim, The costly doors flung open wide, Gold glittering thro' lamplight dim, Often where clear-stemm'd platans guard The boat-head down a broad canal From the main river sluiced, where all A motion from the river won I enter'd, from the clearer light, Imprisoning sweets, which, as they clomb Heavenward, were stay'd beneath the dome Of hollow boughs.-A goodly time, Of good Haroun Alraschid. Still onward; and the clear canal Down from the central fountain's flow Of good Haroun Alraschid. Above thro' many a bowery turn Wander'd engrain'd. On either side All round about the fragrant marge |