The white owl in the belfry sits.






SECOND SONG

TO THE SAME.

First printed in 1830.


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,