Raven Girl

Now roam away, my raven girl, And roam away from me, And find a typhoon in the sky, And find the howling sea; And beat your wild and roving wings, And toss your raven head, And sing a mad and joyous song, And leave me with the dead. The night's a cold and barren place, The darkness seldom lies; The wind upon the howling sea Will lift your feathers high. The sand that inches from the tide Will claim the steps I sowed; The whispers in the ocean deep Will pick my weary bones. What murmurs in your raven heart Have taken you from sleep? What raging on a foreign shore Has left me here to weep? What clashing in the nightmare wind Has stirred your angry dream? What thunder on the darkling plain Has never been forseen? I long to roam along the seas And hear the current cry, I long to blend among the waves And never question why; I long to shift above the sands And never come to rest, I long for raptures never known While lying at your breast. So roam away, my raven girl, And roam away from me, And find a typhoon in the sky, And find the howling sea; And beat your wild and roving wings, And toss your raven head, And sing a mad and joyous song, And leave me with the dead.