Raven from the dim dominions On the Night's Plutonian shore, Oft I hear thy dusky pinions Wave and flutter round my door— See the shadow of thy pinio… - Sarah Helen Whitman

Warm lights are on the sleepy uplands waning Beneath dark clouds along the horizon rolled,
Till the slant sunbeams, through the fringes raining, Bathe all the hills in melancholy gold.

Tell him I lingered alone on the shore,
Where we parted, in sorrow, to meet nevermore;
The night-wind blew cold on my desolate heart
But colder those wild words of doom,—“Ye must part.”

The sweet imperious mouth, whose haughty valor
Defied all portents of impending doom.