It is not come now, and I cannot show you the way.

The dead were rejoicing under their daisies--they all lie among the roots of the flowers of heaven--at the thought of your delight when the winter should be past, and the morning with its birds come: ere you left them, they shivered in their beds.

When the spring of the universe arrives,--but that cannot be for ages yet! how many, I do not know--and do not care to know." "Tell me one thing, I beg of you, Mr.Raven: is my father with you?
Have you seen him since he left the world ?" "Yes; he is with us, fast asleep.

That was he you saw with his arm on the coverlet, his hand half closed." "Why did you not tell me?
That I should have been so near him, and not know!" "And turn your back on him!" corrected the raven.
"I would have lain down at once had I known!" "I doubt it.

Had you been ready to lie down, you would have known him!--Old Sir Up'ard," he went on, "and your twice great-grandfather, both are up and away long ago.