from Arbor Vitae, Godfrey Blount, 1899 |
"An Owl sat in an ivy bush,
ALamb hung on a tree,
For that ill fowl, the ancient Owl,
A goodly sight to see,
Whose eyes might mark in that fell dark
What deathly things might be.
On the third morn he Lamb was freed,
He stood all bright in a green mead,
In Daylight before day;
The ivy bush was cleft in twain,
Was riven and rent with might and main,
And the Owl fled away."
from Arbor Vitae, ibid. |
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