None but the owlet that cries How! How!
Dating in the 14th century.
THE SEASONS.
A blue-eyed child that sits amid the noon,
O’erhung with a laburnum’s drooping sprays,
Singing her little songs, while softly, 'round
Along the grass the checkered sunshine plays.
All beauty that is throned in womanhood,
Pacing a summer-garden’s fountain-walks,
That stoops to smooth a glossy spaniel down,