His beak was dashed with a blood-red stain,
And his heart was all aglow,
As he hurried to Hatfield House amain
And tapped, tapped, tapped at the window-pane,
Like the Raven of Edgar Poe;
Till a churl with a full black-bearded chin,
Opened the window and spake “Come in,
And welcome, welcome, thou spirit of sin
And herald of human woe!”
Not long he tarried, but flew from there