The Aziola

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Do you not hear the Aziola cry?
Methinks she must be nigh,
Said Mary, as we sate
In dusk, ere stars were lit, or candles brought;
And I, who thought
This Aziola was some tedious woman,
Asked, Who is Aziola? How elate
I felt to know that it was nothing human,
No mockery of myself to fear or hate:
And Mary saw my soul,
And laughed, and said, Disquiet yourself not;
'Tis nothing but a little downy owl.

Sad Aziola! many an eventide
Thy music I had heard
By wood and stream, meadow and mountain-side,
And fields and marshes wide, --
Such as nor voice, nor lute, nor wind, nor bird,
The soul ever stirred;
Unlike and far sweeter than them all.
Sad Aziola! from that moment I
Loved thee and thy sad cry.

This work was published before January 1, 1923, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.