Maria White Lowell,
An Opium Fantasy
“ They sang in undertone, "O he is but a little Owl, The smallest of his kin, Who sits beneath the Midnight's cowl And makes this airy din. " "Deceitful tongues, of fiery tints, Far more than this you know,— That he is your Enchanted Prince Doom'd as an owl to go." "Nor his fond play for years hath stopp'd But nightly he unrolls His silver ball that, softly dropp'd, Ring into golden bowls." This work was published before January 1, 1928, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”
