His chosen comrade passed from human sight,
Save only once, forgetting he was by
And half forgetting too her cares and woes,
Unto her lips some idle jest arose.
“Winona,” said the Raven, in a tone
Of stern reproof that on the instant froze
All thought of mirth, and when she met his eye,
As by a serpent’s charm it fixed her own;
The hate and anger of a soul intense
Were all compressed in that remorseless glance,