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But maids! beware, when in your ear
The screech-owl screams so loud and clear:
Tu whit, tu whoo,
Its wild halloo
Doth speak of danger lurking near.
It bids beware of murmured sigh,
Of air-spun oath and wistful eye;
Of star that winks to conscious flower
Through the roof of leaf-clad bower:
Tu whit, tu whoo,
That wild halloo
Bids startled virtue own its power!
