an owl, the Owl of Wisdom
flew
into
the
night
from
a
bough
on
a
tree
that rose itself erect
in a lone cemetery.
Done were the vespers
done the dusk
and night sailed calm
and noisy in the subject
stars
confidante moon.
an owl, the Owl of Wisdom
flew
into
the
night
from
a
bough
on
a
tree
that rose itself erect
in a lone cemetery.
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