DREAMS OF OWL
| Late at night I tried to sleep, But my eyes just would not close; Till I heard out my window A soft cry lost in echoes, Drifting through the frosted glass, Gliding over fallen snows. "Hoo," it came in through the glass; "Hoo," again, over my bed; "Hoo," a third time, fading fast, And the sound stuck in my head; Never did I shoo it out, Now repeating it instead. Lying now in growing dark, As I echoed those three cries, I felt tiredness take its hold, Tugging down on sleepy eyes; And as I fell off to sleep, My dreams filled with great birds wise, Lulling me to softer skies. (1998) |
THE GOLDEN COMPASS
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