William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
Sweet Suffolk OwlThomas Vautor (1580?1619?)
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With feathers, like a lady bright,
Thou sing’st alone, sitting by night,
Te whit, te whoo!
Thy note that forth so freely rolls,
With shrill command the mouse controls,
And sings a dirge for dying souls,
Te whit, te whoo!