Second Song

To the Same.

Alfred Tennyson

THY tuwhits are lull’d I wot,
    Thy tuwhoos of yesternight,
Which upon the dark afloat,
    So took echo with delight,
    So took echo with delight,
        That her voice untuneful grown,
        Wears all day a fainter tone.

I would mock thy chaunt anew;
    But I cannot mimick it;
Not a whit of thy tuwhoo,
    Thee to woo to thy tuwhit,
    Thee to woo to thy tuwhit,
        With a lengthen’d loud halloo,
        Tuwhoo, tuwhit, tuwhit, tuwhoo-o-o.

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