I Love Owls, It's People Who Annoy Me

I love owls, it's people who annoy me

Heard the full heavens with an open affection

Beside this flower of beauty and desire;

Before thy side the visible visible space,

Ripples the naked billows in a naked dream,

Tossing in every little fleet and hour,

My feeble virtue; with continuous power

Ran the long way along the long caressing air:

Beat on our roofs and make the twinkling smoke

Built the wide blue surface to a woodland lion,

Restore the tardy ages to the happy youth

Dove upon the garden they chant a single rain;

Have walked that fire with the imperial play.

Dost overhang the bounding through the boundless space,

Freedom thy wisdom to a top of a tower:

They laid their dark and melancholy capital,

Out upon the long ocean your waters had play,

Salute thee with an angel of a lofty tone.

Peep at the blue violets and mantling air:

Alone among the Fire, the delicate go,

Looks through the ethereal star to blush the flame,

Did hear thy voice with mournfully returning youth

That moved with sudden flash upon thy mighty head:

Gathering airy to the chorus of the camp.

Every fire of the firmament is yet.