Old Adam, the carrion crow, <br /> The old crow of Cairo; <br /> He sat in the shower, and let it flow <br /> Under his tail and over his crest; <br /> And through every feather <br /> Leak'd the wet weather; <br /> And the bough swung under his nest; <br /> For his beak it was heavy with marrow. <br /> Is that the wind dying? O no; <br /> It's only two devils, that blow, <br /> Through a murderer's bones, to and fro, <br /> In the ghosts' moonshine. <br /> <br /> Ho! Eve, my grey carrion wife, <br /> When we have supped on king's marrow, <br /> Where shall we drink and make merry our life? <br /> Our nest it is queen Cleopatra's skull, <br /> 'Tis cloven and crack'd, <br /> And batter'd and hack'd, <br /> But with tears of blue eyes it is full: <br /> Let us drink then, my raven of Cairo! <br /> Is that the wind dying? O no; <br /> It's only two devils, that blow <br /> Through a murderer's bones, to and fro, <br /> In the ghosts' moonshine.<br /><br />Thomas Lovell Beddoes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-adam-the-carrion-crow/
