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Under black yew-trees, in the shade,
The owls have kept themselves apart;
Like strange divinities, they dart
The red eye, as they meditate.
They stand like statues, silent, straight
Up to the melancholy time
When, shouldering the sun aside,
Darkness establishes his state.
They teach the sage a lesson here,
That in the world he ought to fear
All movement, uproar, turbulence;
But, drunk on shadows, our strange race
Carries within the punishment
Of having yearned for change of place.
The owls have kept themselves apart;
Like strange divinities, they dart
The red eye, as they meditate.
They stand like statues, silent, straight
Up to the melancholy time
When, shouldering the sun aside,
Darkness establishes his state.
They teach the sage a lesson here,
That in the world he ought to fear
All movement, uproar, turbulence;
But, drunk on shadows, our strange race
Carries within the punishment
Of having yearned for change of place.
