Now the owl on wheaten wing
& white hood scowling oer his eyes
Jerking with a sudden spring
Through three-cornered barn hole flies
The sun is sinking low & red
A coal turned dim from gazing
Among the oak-trees goes to bed
& sets the woods a blazing
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