The Judge Is Like the Owl, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

The Judge Is Like the Owl

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The Judge is like the Owl—

I’ve heard my Father tell—

And Owls do build in Oaks—

So here’s an Amber Sill—

That slanted in my Path—

When going to the Barn—

And if it serve You for a House—

Itself is not in vain—

About the price—'tis small—

I only ask a Tune

At Midnight—Let the Owl select

His favorite Refrain.

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