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A BIRD'S-EYE VIEW.
Oh, who knows the truth,
How she perished in her youth,
And like a queen went down
Pale in her royal crown:
How she went up to glory
From the sea-foam chill and hoary,
From the sea-depth black and riven
To the calm that is in Heaven?
How she perished in her youth,
And like a queen went down
Pale in her royal crown:
How she went up to glory
From the sea-foam chill and hoary,
From the sea-depth black and riven
To the calm that is in Heaven?
They went down, all the crew,
The silks and spices too,
The great ones and the small,
One and all, one and all.
Was it through stress of weather,
Quicksands, rocks, or all together?
Only the Raven knows this,
And he will not disclose this.—
The silks and spices too,
The great ones and the small,
One and all, one and all.
Was it through stress of weather,
Quicksands, rocks, or all together?
Only the Raven knows this,
And he will not disclose this.—
After a day and a year
The bridal bell chimes clear;
After a year and a day
The Bridegroom is brave and gay
Love is sound, faith is rotten,
The old Bride is forgotten:—
Two ominous Ravens only
Remember, black and lonely.
The bridal bell chimes clear;
After a year and a day
The Bridegroom is brave and gay
Love is sound, faith is rotten,
The old Bride is forgotten:—
Two ominous Ravens only
Remember, black and lonely.
