THE WATER-FIENDS.
On a wild Moor, all brown and bleak,
Where broods the heath-frequenting grouse,
There stood a tenement antique;
Lord Hoppergollop’s country house.
Here Silence reign’d, with lips of glue,
And undisturb’d maintain’d her law;
Save when the Owl cry’d “whoo! whoo! whoo!”
Or the hoarse Crow croak’d “caw! caw! caw!”