Owls
When night was lit by moon glow
And dusty roads lay white,
The empty bridge bestode the stream
O'er water's gleam so bright.
The owls were heard each one in turn,
From Cwm y Glo across the burn
When wild ducks swayed at anchor
Beneath the moonbeams bold,
When morning wind it's woe did sing,
Whipping the waveletts cold,
Pitiless was their hooting then.
From Myndd Du across the glen.
When gleaming Glaslyn glided
Through dusk, like sword to sheath
When distand mansions' windows glowed
Through shadowed woodlands wreath,
When sullen silence stunned the hounds
Ynysfor's night fell to thier sounds
And when the worlds shall darken,
Ended their frantic day,
And when the stealthy stillness minds
All mankind's works and play,
Still shall their latin sound true,
Nor glad nor sad, "Tu whit, tu woo!"
When night was lit by moon glow
And dusty roads lay white,
The empty bridge bestode the stream
O'er water's gleam so bright.
The owls were heard each one in turn,
From Cwm y Glo across the burn
When wild ducks swayed at anchor
Beneath the moonbeams bold,
When morning wind it's woe did sing,
Whipping the waveletts cold,
Pitiless was their hooting then.
From Myndd Du across the glen.
When gleaming Glaslyn glided
Through dusk, like sword to sheath
When distand mansions' windows glowed
Through shadowed woodlands wreath,
When sullen silence stunned the hounds
Ynysfor's night fell to thier sounds
And when the worlds shall darken,
Ended their frantic day,
And when the stealthy stillness minds
All mankind's works and play,
Still shall their latin sound true,
Nor glad nor sad, "Tu whit, tu woo!"
Skull
Have you ever talked with a skull atop a stone
In the middle of the night as the wind begins to moan?
You will find it sometimes lies to get you to believe
And that it sometimes cries so as to deceive
But you find you're always there as the moon comes back each night
Even though your very soul begins to swell with fright
Tonight, the skull, it sings a song, and begs you to join in
You begin to sing and find it tells the death of men
When the song is over, you notice you're alone
You have just become another skull atop a stone.
Have you ever talked with a skull atop a stone
In the middle of the night as the wind begins to moan?
You will find it sometimes lies to get you to believe
And that it sometimes cries so as to deceive
But you find you're always there as the moon comes back each night
Even though your very soul begins to swell with fright
Tonight, the skull, it sings a song, and begs you to join in
You begin to sing and find it tells the death of men
When the song is over, you notice you're alone
You have just become another skull atop a stone.
