The Isles of Loch Awe and Other Poems of my Youth With Sixteen Illustrations. By Philip Gilbert Hamerton |
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On a turret of the keep,
On the castled isle,
Where the poet lies asleep,
Circled by the waters deep,
Happy planets smile.
On the castled isle,
Where the poet lies asleep,
Circled by the waters deep,
Happy planets smile.
Yes, he sleeps there all alone
In a little cell,
Vaulted with an arch of stone,
In a turret ivy-grown,
Where an owl doth dwell.
In a little cell,
Vaulted with an arch of stone,
In a turret ivy-grown,
Where an owl doth dwell.
Yet he only sleeps by fits,
For loudly snores the owl—
“Alone, and warming his five wits,
The white owl in the” ivy sits:
He is a noisy fowl!
For loudly snores the owl—
“Alone, and warming his five wits,
The white owl in the” ivy sits:
He is a noisy fowl!
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