Sweet Suffolk owl

Thomas Vautor

c. 1592 to 1619 (~27)

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With feathers like a lady bright,
And sings a dirge for dying souls,
Thy note, that forth so freely rolls,
Te whit, te whoo, te whit, te whit.
Sweet Suffolk owl, so trimly dight
With shrill command the mouse controls,
Thou singest alone, sitting by night,
Te whit, te whoo, te whit, te whit.
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Sweet Suffolk owl

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