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Here I lie at the chancel door,
Here I lie because I’m poor:
The further in, the more you pay:
Here I lie as warm as they.

“The gloom of death is on the raven’s wing,
The song of death is in the raven’s cries:
But when Demophilus begins to sing,
The raven dies.”

Edwin Arlington Robinson | “The Raven,” after the Greek of Nikarchos