Judy.
THE GOBLIN GOOSE
ONCE it happened I'd been dining, on my couch I slept reclining,
And awoke with moonlight shining brightly on my bedroom floor,
It was in the bleak December, Christmas night as I remember,
But I had no dying ember, as Poe had, when near the door,
Like a gastronomic goblin just beside my chamber door
Stood a bird,—and nothing more.
And I said, for I'm no craven, "Are you Edgar's famous raven,
Seeking as with him a haven—were you mixed up with Lenore?"