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A POEM I FOUND.

Owls

When night was lit by moon glow
And dusty roads lay white,
The empty bridge bestode the stream
O'er water's gleam so bright.
The owls were heard each one in turn,
From Cwm y Glo across the burn

When wild ducks swayed at anchor
Beneath the moonbeams bold,
When morning wind it's woe did sing,
Whipping the waveletts cold,
Pitiless was their hooting then.
From Myndd Du across the glen.

When gleaming Glaslyn glided
Through dusk, like sword to sheath
When distand mansions' windows glowed
Through shadowed woodlands wreath,
When sullen silence stunned the hounds
Ynysfor's night fell to thier sounds

And when the worlds shall darken,
Ended their frantic day,
And when the stealthy stillness minds
All mankind's works and play,
Still shall their latin sound true,
Nor glad nor sad, "Tu whit, tu woo!"