Still beside that dreary water

Still beside that dreary water

Stood he 'neath the cold moon ray

Thinking on the deed of slaughter

On his heart that darkly lay.

Soft the voice that broke his dreaming

Stealing through the silent air;

Yet, before, the raven's screaming

He had heard regardless there.

Once his name was sweetly uttered,

Then the echo died away,

But each pulse in horror fluttered

As the life would pass away.