The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-03-10
SEQUEL TO Tak RAvEN.' '
syR AIIsToN LAVENDER. JR., A Maniac in the Lanaiic Asylum st Raleigh,
 North Carolina

Ghosts oi agonies departed, Fostering wounds that long had smaried. Broken VOWS, retarnless mornings. Griefs and miseries of yore, By some art revived, undaunted. gaxed steadfast the enchanted. Black. internal Raven uttered
 A wild irgc-not-Evermore. Gazing steady. gazing madly On the bird, spoke. and sadly Broken down. too dcep for scorning Sought for mercy 10 implorc. Turning to the bIrd blessed it- In my bosom I caressed u; Still il pierced my heart, and reNeied In the palp.,atng gore. grew isad the ero~n.ng fancies Black reds thes-ne; blooming pansies. Made think the bird a spirit.
 Bird. cried. bc bird no more; Take a shape-be man, be devIl Be q snake fise iB thy resei From thy banquet rise-be human l have seen thee oil before
 Thou art a bird, but some thing more. Tapping, tapping, slriking deeper. Housing pam, ins body keeper, Thou hast oft ere while sought entfanee Atthe hearts great palace door. Leave me, leave me. gloomy demon. Fiend or spirit, most inhuman; Strike me through, but first unSeiiing,
  Thou art a bird, but something more. Still with sable pinions Tapping, The great Raven tapping. tapping, Struck into my breast his talons. Vast his wings outspresd. and o'er All my nature cast a paiior. But stroye with dying Vaior. With the poignard of repulslon
 Striking through the form II ~ofe- Of bird, and something more. O, thou huge, internal Raven, Image that Hcll's king hath graV,n. Image growing more gigantic,
 Nurscd beyond the StSglan shore. Leave me. leave me. bsseeoh thee would not Of wrong impeach thee. cried madly, then earth opened With a braxcn earthquake roar. Downward, downward, siroling, speeding, Cries of anguish stiii unhccding, Striking through me with his taions. Still the Raven shape he bore. Unto Erebus we drifted His huge wings by thanders lifted. Beat 'gainSt drifts of white famed lightning Sprinkled red with human gore, Twas q bird, but demon more. I'm no bird. "an angel brother.n bright spirit and if6ne other, l have waited, blisSfu tended
 Thee for thirty years and more, In thy wild Illusve madness. In thy blight. disease and sadness. have sounded tapping, tapping. Al thy spirIt Eden door,
 No, d bird, but angel more. In my Palmyrenian spiendor.c In Zenobian Tcgnanee tender, More than Roman though Aurcilan, Were the kIngly name bore, have left hy angel palace. Dropping in thy sorrows chalicc Consolation. oh, twas blessed,
 Sweet thy pillow To betsd OCT,
 Not bird, loves angel more. Shining s,cgn gi,h iigh. Eiy>tsa Through the pearly gates oi vision, On thy trancc6 soul lighted fancy, When across thy chamber floor, Fell the spirit moonlight laden, Laden with soft dews from AIdcnn, shaken downward. stil Nrpenihe Drunk by dreaming bards of yorc. Ended IS life 5 mocking fever Where through elton groves forever Blow the spice inds. and the love birds Tell tncir raptuTes Der and OCT. From earth hell by Afrits haunted, From it's evil discnShanted. have borne thec-gaze upon me, %D.dst thou see he ne CT before Then ~akened, if 10 akcn Be to dSeh b. grief forsakcn. With the God who d~clt Slth angels In the shining age oi yore And stood sublime. victorious, While below lay earth with glorious Realms of angels shining
 Crown-like on her temples eYermorc. Not on earth, an Eden more. Earth. 1 cried, thy clouds are shadoas From the Asphodeiian meadows or the sky-Worid floating downward, Early rains that from them pour Love : own heaven thy mother bore tic, And the Father God bends OCT thee, 'Tis his hand that crowns thy forehead Thou shalt live forever more,
 Not on earth, an Eden more, As A gem hath many gleamlngs, And day hath many be2miags. And a garden many roses.
 Thrilled with, sweetness 10 the core, 50 the soul hath many ages, And the liie's book many pages. But the hearts great gospel opens Where the Scrsphims adore,
 Not on cath, Eden more. will write a book hereafter, Cheerful as ! haby''s ''s laughter, When is mothers breast OCT leans II, On the Sainted spin, shors. Like Apollo. the far data, |. the poet and tho martyr, Will ehant peans of soul music That shalt live foreyermore,
 Not friend, a brother more.
 -Esetsrxt.
 WATERPROOFS.