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Beneath the shades of sombre yews, / The silent owls sit ranged in rows, / Like ancient idols, strangely pose, / And darting fiery eyes, they muse.
Immovable, they sit and gaze, / Until the melancholy hour, / At which the darknesses devour / The faded sunset's slanting rays.