He hoots over graves, and his dismal note adds to the terror of darkness:—
"'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock,
And the Owls have awakened the crowing cock;
Tu-whit! tu-whoo!
And hark again the crowing cock,
How drowsily it crew.
. . . . . . . . .
"When blood is nipt, and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring Owl,
Tu-whoo!