THE RAVEN. 
And old Noah and the seven 
In the gopher-ark were driven. 
RAVEN, 
I was there. 
POET. 
I know it bird. 
And when rain no more was heard 
Plashing down in torrents wild; 
When the face of heaven grew mild, 
And from mountain-summits brown 
The subsiding floods went down, 
And the prisoned creatures fain 
Scented the young earth again ; 
Wherefore when the patriarch forth 
Sent thee to look round the earth 
And bring tidings to his door, 
Cam’st thou to the ark no more? 
RAVEN. 
Narrow was the ark, but wide 
And fair the earth on every side ; 
And all around in glens and plains 
Lay of life the lorn remains ; 
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