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Prophets said I, king of evil, prophets still, if bird or devil, By that heaven that bends above us, by that God we both adore, Tell the soul of sorrow layin' if within the distant heaven, It shall clasp a saint in name, whom the angels name will know, Clasp a rare and radiant man, whom the angels name will know, Both the raven, never more. Be that word I've signed a part in, bird or fiend, I shrieked up starry, Get thee back into the tempest, and the night's returning shore, Be no black parrot as a token of that wise and courteous bird.