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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355924" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Bird’s-Eye View</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Croak, croak, croak,'<br>Thus the Raven spoke,<br>Perched on his crooked tree<br>As hoarse as hoarse could be.<br>Shun him and fear him,<br>Lest the Bridegroom hear him;<br>Scout him and rout him<br>With his ominous eye about him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, 'Croak, croak, croak,'<br>Still tolled from the oak; <br>From that fatal black bird,<br>Whether heard or unheard:<br>'O ship upon the high seas,<br>Freighted with lives and spices,<br>Sink, O ship,' croaked the Raven:<br>'Let the Bride mount to heaven.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a far foreign land,<br>Upon the wave-edged sand,<br>Some friends gaze wistfully<br>Across the glittering sea. <br>'If we could clasp our sister,'<br>Three say, 'now we have missed her!'<br>'If we could kiss our daughter!'<br>Two sigh across the water.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, the ship sails fast<br>With silken flags at the mast,<br>And the home-wind blows soft;<br>But a Raven sits aloft,<br>Chuckling and choking,<br>Croaking, croaking, croaking:— <br>Let the beacon-fire blaze higher;<br>Bridegroom, watch; the Bride draws nigher.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On a sloped sandy beach,<br>Which the spring-tide billows reach,<br>Stand a watchful throng<br>Who have hoped and waited long:<br>'Fie on this ship, that tarries<br>With the priceless freight it carries.<br>The time seems long and longer:<br>O languid wind, wax stronger;'— </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whilst the Raven perched at ease<br>Still croaks and does not cease,<br>One monotonous note<br>Tolled from his iron throat:<br>'No father, no mother,<br>But I have a sable brother:<br>He sees where ocean flows to,<br>And he knows what he knows, too.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A day and a night<br>They kept watch worn and white; <br>A night and a day<br>For the swift ship on its way:<br>For the Bride and her maidens<br>—Clear chimes the bridal cadence—<br>For the tall ship that never<br>Hove in sight for ever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On either shore, some<br>Stand in grief loud or dumb<br>As the dreadful dread<br>Grows certain though unsaid. <br>For laughter there is weeping,<br>And waking instead of sleeping,<br>And a desperate sorrow<br>Morrow after morrow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, who knows the truth,<br>How she perished in her youth,<br>And like a queen went down<br>Pale in her royal crown:<br>How she went up to glory<br>From the sea-foam chill and hoary, <br>From the sea-depth black and riven<br>To the calm that is in Heaven?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They went down, all the crew,<br>The silks and spices too,<br>The great ones and the small,<br>One and all, one and all.<br>Was it through stress of weather,<br>Quicksands, rocks, or all together?<br>Only the Raven knows this,<br>And he will not disclose this.— </div><div style="margin:10px 0">After a day and year<br>The bridal bells chime clear;<br>After a year and a day<br>The Bridegroom is brave and gay:<br>Love is sound, faith is rotten;<br>The old Bride is forgotten:—<br>Two ominous Ravens only<br>Remember, black and lonely.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Christina+Georgina+Rossetti">Christina Georgina Rossetti</a><div class=q>
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Thus the Raven spoke,
Perched on his crooked tree
As hoarse as hoarse could be.
Shun him and fear him,
Lest the Bridegroom hear him;
Scout him and rout him
With his ominous eye about him.

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