Classic Poem

14.

Lo, while he listen'd, Adwick came!
Bare were his limbs, his breast was bare.
Blue, glitter'd through his matted nair
His pain-chang'd eyes of ghastly flame,
As if a wintry tempest threw
Cold lightning on their freezing blue;
And these wild words he utter'd there:
" The crow doth croak. What croaketh he?
" Dead horse! dead horse!" Where may it be?
At Cadeby-Force it lies a corse,
And there a dead maid, near the horse.
The lean crow croak'd, " At Cadeby-Force
I come to feed, dead horse, dead horse!
Oh, won't I feed at Cadeby-Force,
Where lies, with thee, the maiden's corse?
" Be mine, dead maid," the starv'd crow pray'd,
" At Cadeby-Force, be mine, dead horse!"
" Nay," saith the worm, " be ours, dead maid!"
She shall — but not at Cadeby-Force. "

15.

Brighter the maniac's eyes became;
Speech, mix'd with laughter, from him brake;
On Konig glar'd the eyes of flame;
And, thus, to Konig Adwick spake:
" Fish-eating Adwick, in the lake
Hath caught a curious lady-fish:
I caught it, Konig, for thy sake,
And thine shall be the fish.
Would'st see again thy lov'd one's face?
Then, must thou see my lady-fish:
Come! I will lead thee to the place
Where thou may'st see my fish. "