THE GREAT WHITE OWL.
He sat aloft on the rocky height,
Snow-white above the snow,
In the winter morning calm and bright,
And I gazed at him, below.
Snow-white above the snow,
In the winter morning calm and bright,
And I gazed at him, below.
He faced the east, where the sunshine streamed
On the singing, sparkling sea,
And he blinked with his yellow eyes, that seemed
All sightless and blank to be.
On the singing, sparkling sea,
And he blinked with his yellow eyes, that seemed
All sightless and blank to be.
The snow-birds swept in a whirling crowd
About him gleefully,
And piped and whistled sweet and loud,
But never a plume stirred he.
About him gleefully,
And piped and whistled sweet and loud,
But never a plume stirred he.
Singing they passed and away they flew
Through the brilliant atmosphere;
Cloud-like he sat, with the living blue
Of the sky behind him, clear.
Through the brilliant atmosphere;
Cloud-like he sat, with the living blue
Of the sky behind him, clear.
