(6 August 1809 – 6 October 1892 / Lincoln / England)

What do you think this poem is about?

The Owl

When cats run home and light is come,
And dew is cold upon the ground,
And the far-off stream is dumb,
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.

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004


Read poems about / on: alone, home, light, cat, running

Comments about this poem (The Owl by Alfred Lord Tennyson )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..
[Hata Bildir]