The crow pecked softly on her window pane
And called her from her deep and peaceful sleep
Entranced, she watched the crow her bedroom gain
In darkness deeper than the darkest deep
She rose and followed to the tower stair
To far above the battlement below
She felt the gentle wind upon her hair
And felt the dark black shadow of the crow
The fall seemed dreamlike to her sleeping mind
So still the sound of gently falling snow
She touched each flake and let the dream unwind
As in the deep black darkness smiled the crow