THE OWL
WHAT if to edge of dream,When the spirit is come,Shriek the hunting owl,And summon it home—To the fear-stirred heartAnd the ancient dreadOf man, when cold root or stonePillowed roofless head?Clangs not at last the hourWhen roof shelters not;And the ears are deaf,And all fears forgot:Since the spirit too far has faredFor summoning screamOf any strange fowl on earthTo shatter its dream?
WHAT if to edge of dream,When the spirit is come,Shriek the hunting owl,And summon it home—To the fear-stirred heartAnd the ancient dreadOf man, when cold root or stonePillowed roofless head?Clangs not at last the hourWhen roof shelters not;And the ears are deaf,And all fears forgot:Since the spirit too far has faredFor summoning screamOf any strange fowl on earthTo shatter its dream?
WHAT if to edge of dream,When the spirit is come,Shriek the hunting owl,And summon it home—To the fear-stirred heartAnd the ancient dreadOf man, when cold root or stonePillowed roofless head?
WHAT if to edge of dream,
When the spirit is come,
Shriek the hunting owl,
And summon it home—
To the fear-stirred heart
And the ancient dread
Of man, when cold root or stone
Pillowed roofless head?
Clangs not at last the hourWhen roof shelters not;And the ears are deaf,And all fears forgot:Since the spirit too far has faredFor summoning screamOf any strange fowl on earthTo shatter its dream?
Clangs not at last the hour
When roof shelters not;
And the ears are deaf,
And all fears forgot:
Since the spirit too far has fared
For summoning scream
Of any strange fowl on earth
To shatter its dream?