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1 is the middle of night by the castle clock, And the owls have awaken'd the crowing cock;
And hark, again! the crowing cock,
Sir Leoline, the Baron rich,
From her kennel beneath the rock
She makes answer to the clock,
Four for the quarters, and twelve for the hour;
Ever and aye, moonshine or shower,
Sixteen short howls, not over loud;
Some say, she sees my lady's shroud.
Is the night chilly and dark?
The lovely lady, Christabel,