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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!