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And the whirring sail goes round,

And the whirring sail goes round;

Alone and warming his five wits,

The white owl in the belfry sits.

When merry milkmaids click the latch,

And rarely smells the new-mown hay,

And the cock hath sung beneath the thatch

Twice or thrice his roundelay,

Twice or thrice his roundelay;

Alone and warming his five wits,

The white owl in the belfry sits.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

110

Once I was a monarch's daughter,

And sat on a lady's knee;

But am now a nightly rover,

Banished to the ivy tree.

Crying hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo,

Hoo, hoo, hoo, my feet are cold.

Pity me, for here you see me

Persecuted, poor, and old.

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Where on the wrinkled stream the willows lean,

And fling a very ecstasy of green

Down the dim crystal; and the chestnut tree

Admires her large-leaved shadow, swift and free,

A water-ousel came, with such a flight

As archangels might envy. Soft and bright

Upon a water-kissing bough she lit,

And washed and preened her silver breast, though it