'Build me my tomb,' the Raven said 'Within the dark yew-tree, So in the Autumn yewberries, Sad lamps, may burn for me, Summon the haunted beetle, From twilight bud and bloom, To drone a gloomy dirge for me At dusk above my tomb. Beseech ye too the glowworm To rear her cloudy flame, Where the small, flickering bats resort, Whistling in tears my name. Let the round dew a whisper make, Welling on twig and thorn; And only the grey cock at night Call through his silver horn. And you, dear sisters, don your black For ever and a day, To show how true a raven In his tomb is laid away.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT SAGAMORE HILL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE FLESH AND THE SPIRIT by ANNE BRADSTREET THE GIRL OF CADIZ by GEORGE GORDON BYRON OUR CHRIST by HARRY WEBB FARRINGTON SONNET TO A CLAM by JOHN GODFREY SAXE COR CORDIUM by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |