Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889
What Sees the Owl?
By Elizabeth Sears Bates GerberdingH
With magic of his wondrous sight
He oversees his vast domain,
And king supreme of night doth reign.
The day with all its noise is furled;
When every shadow seems a moon,
And every light a sun at noon.
Is the cool grayness of the air!
How sweet the power to reign, a king,
When day his banishment will bring!
Burns brilliant, an aurora bright;
The forest’s deepest gloom stands clear
From mystery and helpless fear.
The dewdrops set the flowers have won,
The firefly’s gleam offends his sight,
It seems a spark of fierce sunlight.
“For all his feathers, is a-cold,”
Sees the Frost-spirit fling his lace,
And fashion icicles apace.
A sleepy echo, like the quaint
Last notes of some wild chant, replies
And mocks his solitude—and dies.
The Overland Monthly. 1889.