Tell him I lingered alone on the shore, Where we parted, in sorrow, to meet nevermore; The night-wind blew cold on my desolate heart But colder those wild words of doom,Ye must part.
Warm lights are on the sleepy uplands waning Beneath dark clouds along the horizon rolled, Till the slant sunbeams through the fringes raining Bathe all the hills in melancholy gold.
Raven from the dim dominions On the Nights Plutonian shore,2 Oft I hear thy dusky pinions Wave and flutter round my door See the shadow of thy pinions Float along the moonlit floor.
The Raven.
Note 1. Longfellow: I heard the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls. [back]