Old Adam, the Carrion Crow
1 Old Adam, the carrion crow,
by Thomas Lovell Beddoes
2 The old crow of Cairo;
3 He sat in the shower, and let it flow
4 Under his tail and over his crest;
5 And through every feather
6 Leak'd the wet weather;
7 And the bough swung under his nest;
8 For his beak it was heavy with marrow.
9 Is that the wind dying? O no;
10 It's only two devils, that blow,
11 Through a murderer's bones, to and fro,
12 In the ghosts' moonshine.
13 Ho! Eve, my grey carrion wife,
14 When we have supped on king's marrow,
15 Where shall we drink and make merry our life?
16 Our nest it is queen Cleopatra's skull,
17 'Tis cloven and crack'd,
18 And batter'd and hack'd,
19 But with tears of blue eyes it is full:
20 Let us drink then, my raven of Cairo!
21 Is that the wind dying? O no;
22 It's only two devils, that blow
23 Through a murderer's bones, to and fro,
24 In the ghosts' moonshine.