Betimes a wise guest
His visit will sever.
Yes, absence endears.
Revisit he would,
So remains not forever.
Well, Robin the wise one
He went yestreen,
Bound for the South
Where his chums convene.
Back, he’ll come back
In his new Spring vest
And the more for long absence
Be welcomed with zest.
But thou, black Crow,
Inconsiderate fowl,
Wilt never away —
Take elsewhere they cowl?
From the blasted hemlock’s
Whitened spur;
Whatever the season,
Or Winter or Ver
Or Summer or Fall,
Croaker, foreboder,
We hear thy call —
Caw! Caw! Caw!
by Herman Melville
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