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Sweet Suffolk Owl, so trimly dight

With feathers, like a lady bright,

Thou sing'st alone, sitting by night,

Te whit! Te whoo! Te whit! To whit!

Thy note that forth so freely rolls

With shrill command the mouse controls;

And sings a dirge for dying souls—

Te whit! Te whoo! Te whit! To whit!

Thomas Vautor

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