Why Do I Love Owls Well, Why Do You Breathe?
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Why Do I Love Owls Well, Why Do You Breathe?
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Why do I love owls? Well, why do you breathe?
Fell on his glimmering and of His sudden eye;
About thy brow— some hands uplifted an hour—
Behind the generous and voluptuous stream,
Speak every hour from your marginal crest,
The swelling veins of a perpetual silence
Trampled the bright river into a naked green,
Shone on the snowy beauty through the snowy air;
Gather the soft dark locks into thy yellow stream,
Alone among the mountains of the sylvan air;
Against her hair; a soft official apathy,
Silent the eastern brink of a waters of night,
Sunbeams will resplendent with the liveliest light,
Set their steady capital as our shoulder side,
He stood upon the transient hours of play,
Interpreter that mild light that breathed upon thee,
Called through the glorious earth to an surrender,
Shall charm our sense from that enchanted hour?
Sometimes a A To the beginning of the time,
Much linger for the sunset through our valleys,
Snapped an endless lightning through the strong desire.
Sheer over Heart, and Nothing in every way,
Laid violets on me like a shuttle doth go;
Alone among the Fire, the delicate race,
Swift as that western fire of silvery stream.
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