The Green Dove and the Raven

There was a dove with wings of green,
Glistening o'er so radiantly,
With head of blue and golden sheen,
All sad and wearily
Sitting two red blooms between
On lovely Barna's wild-wood tree.

There was a letter 'neath its wing,
Written by a fair ladye,
Safely bound with silken string
So light and daintily,
And in that letter was a ring,
On lovely Barna's wild-wood tree.

There was a raven, black and drear,
Stained with blood all loathsomely,
Perched upon the branches near,
Croaking mournfully,
And he said, "O dove, what bring'st thou here
To lovely Barna's wild-wood tree?"

"I'm coming from a ladye gay,
To the young heir of sweet Glenore,
His ring returned, it is to say
She'll never love him more,--
Alas the hour! alas the day! --
By murmuring Funcheon's fairy shore."

"O dove, outspread thy wings of green;
I'll guide thee many a wild-wood o'er;
I'll bring thee where I last have seen
The young heir of Glenore,
Beneath the forest's sunless screen,
By murmuring Funcheon's fairy shore."

O'er many a long mile did they flee,
The dove, the raven stained with gore,
And found beneath the murderer's tree
The young heir of Glenore,--
A bloody, ghastly corpse was he,
By murmuring Funcheon's fairy shore.

"Go back, go back, thou weary dove,--
To the cruel maid tell o'er and o'er,
He's death's and mine, her hate or love
Can never reach him more--
To his ice-cold heart in Molagga's grove,
By murmuring Funcheon's fairy shore."