My mood the raven
Teasing me ably in brocaded sable
His alights his perch without my chamber
And braces, waiting, by my fastened casement
I like a lady chaste chased by lover gay do shoo away
Yet he remained there, seeming to sway
His nodding head and cradled, nodding-off eyes seemed to say
Let’s call it a day.
Alchemisland 
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