Çíàòîê ñîâå ïîäîáåí —
Ìíå ñêàçûâàë îòåö —
Ñîâà æèâåò íà äóáå —
 ÿíòàðíîì òåðåìó —
Ñòîèò îí ó òðîïû —
Âåäóùåé íà ãóìíî —
È êîëè òû òóò õî÷åøü æèòü —
Íó ÷òî æ! — áûòü ïîñåìó —
À ïëàòà òàê ìàëà —
Ìíå ïåñåíêà íóæíà —
×òî â ïîëíî÷ü íåæíàÿ ñîâà
Ïîåò â ñâîåì äîìó.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
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.
c.1863