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What if to edge of dream, When the spirit is come, Shriek the hunting owl, And summon it home— To the fear-stirred heart And the ancient dread Of man, when cold root or stone Pillowed roofless head? Clangs not at last the hour When roof shelters not; And the ears are deaf, And all fears forgot: Since the spirit too far has fared For summoning scream Of any strange fowl on earth To shatter its dream?