The Raven

That barking? It's a raven in the sky —
There — don't you see it, black against the blue?

Only a bird, you say? I never knew
That any bird's voice was so cruel — a cry
That fills my heart with boding.
Boding? Ay,
It may be with good reason: but, when you die,
It's no bird's beak will put an end to you.
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