The Moon Went Under A Ragged Cloud, The Owl Cried Out Of The Ruined Wall, Slow And Solemn, Distinct And Loud, His Melancholy Call: Tu-Whit, Tu-Whit, Tu-Whoo! Like A Creature In A Shroud. Across The Night In A Silver Chain, While A Lonesome Wind Arose And Died, Slow Stepped The Ghostly Feet Of The Rain; The Owl From The Wall Replied: Tu-Whit, Tu-Whoo, Hoo-Hoo' With A Peal Of Goblin Laughter, And Silence Fell Thereafter. Weird Fingers Of The Wandering Rain, Reaching Out Of The Hollow Dark, Paused And Tapped At My Window-Pane,-- A Muffled Voice Cried, Hark! Tu-Whit, Tu-Whit, Tu-Whoo! The Moon Is Drowned In The Dark, And The World Belongs To Me And You!