The strix-owl cried.
She
Nay! 'twas yon stream that leaps
Hoarse from the black pines of the Hakel steeps;
Its moon-wild water glittering down the crag.—
Why so aghast, sweetheart? Why dost thou stop?
He
The Demon Huntsman passed with hooting horn!
She
Nay! 'twas the blind wind sweeping through the thorn