128 THE CARRION-CROW. 
‘“* His little heart doth pine away, 
And fainter and fainter he bleats to-day ; 
So loud o’er the linn the waters brawl, 
That the shepherd he hears him not at all! 
«Twice I’ve been down to look at him, 
But he glanced on me his eyeballs dim ; 
And among the stones so cold and bare, 
I saw the raven watching there. 
“He ‘ll have the first peck at his black eye, 
And taste of his heart before it die :— 
Aha! though the hungry raven is there, 
As soon as he’s ready we'll have our share!” 
These are the words of the Carrion-crow, 
As he first croaks loud and then croaks low, 
And the spiders and millepedes hear him croak, 
As he sits up aloft on the ancient oak. 
