1. Would that the raven today might bring back to me
It may be between us my eyes have reconciled

2. I say and the night spreads out its hair
Though resolved it be not to end, so has it fulfilled

3. The stars grasped the horizons of heaven but neither
Pass on nor from revolution turn they away

4. Deem it mistaken or fearful, distraught
Or keeping tryst or enamoured and tenderly bowed