Fragment: Omens
Hark! the owlet flaps his wingsIn the pathless dell beneath;Hark! 'tis the night-raven singsTidings of approaching death.
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Hark! the owlet flaps his wingsIn the pathless dell beneath;Hark! 'tis the night-raven singsTidings of approaching death.
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