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 UILD me my tomb," the Raven said,
 * "Within the dark yew-tree,

So in the Autumn yewberries
 * Sad lamps may burn for me.

Summon the haunted beetle,
 * From twilight bud and bloom,

To drone a gloomy dirge for me
 * At dusk above my tomb.

Beseech ye too the glowworm
 * To rear her cloudy flame,

Where the small, flickering bats resort,
 * Whistling in tears my name.

Let the round dew a whisper make,
 * Welling on twig and thorn;

And only the grey cock at night
 * Call through his silver horn.

And you, dear sisters, don your black
 * For ever and a day,

To show how true a raven
 * In his tomb is laid away."