The other night while we lay musing, and our weary brain confusing o'er the topics of the day,
Suddenly we heard a rattling, as of serious hosts a-battling, as they mingled in the fray
"What is that
" we cried, upstarting,...
Our hearths are gone out and our hearts are broken,
And but the ghosts of homes to us remain,
And ghastly eyes and hollow sighs give token From friend to friend of an unspoken pain
O Raven days, dark Raven days of sorrow,
Я — междумирок
Равен первым,
Я на собраньи знати — пэр,
И каждым вздохом, каждым нервом