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 "When ravens from the gallows tear

" Thy mother's mould'ring flesh."—

Hard by the bower her gibbet stands:

Her skull is still to show;

It seems to eye the barren grave,

Three spans in length below.

That is the spot where grows no grass;

Where falls no rain or dew;

Whence steals along the pond of toads

A hovering fire so blue.

And nightly when the ravens come,

Her ghost is seen to glide;

Pursues and tries to quench the flame,

And pines the pool beside.