There was a Boy by William Wordsworth — Read

There was a Boy, ye knew him well, ye Cliffs / And Islands of Winander! many a time, / At evening, when the stars had just begun / To move along the edges of the hills, / Rising or setting, would he stand alone, / Beneath the trees, or by the glimmering lake;

And there, with fingers interwoven, both hands / Pressed closely palm to palm and to his mouth / Uplifted, he, as through an instrument, / Blew mimic hootings to the silent owls / That they might answer him. And they would shout / Across the watery vale, and shout again / Responsive to his call, with quivering peals, / And long halloos, and screams, and echoes loud / Redoubled and redoubled; concourse wild / Of mirth and jocund din! And, when it chanced / That pauses of deep silence mocked his skill,