Owls
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.
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