Fragment: Omens
Hark! the owlet flaps his wings In the pathless dell beneath; Hark! 'tis the night-raven sings Tidings of approaching death.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Hark! the owlet flaps his wings In the pathless dell beneath; Hark! 'tis the night-raven sings Tidings of approaching death.
In four lines, a tense, foreboding scene emerges. A speaker stands in the darkness, straining to hear the sounds of the night. The first thing they notice is an owlet flapping its wings in a “pathless dell” — a lonely, hidden hollow with no clear way out.
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