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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=554413" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Gordale’s Raven King</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=554413" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">On Gordale’s lofty, craggy heights<br>Which, riven, grasp heavens in their maw<br>The royal raven claimed his rights<br>In croaking, harsh, imperious caw.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=554413" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In regal pomp he sat, surveyed<br>And scanned his limestone-pillared hall<br>Anthracite plumage bright displayed<br>Yet still a speck on cliff so tall.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=554413" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Then, stretching wide his gloss-black wings, <br>He plunged, his feathered flight to forge<br>And, emulating mighty kings, <br>He viewed the empire of his gorge.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=554413" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But, as he soared towards the sun, <br>Subduing subjects ’neath crowned head, <br>A poacher raised his mortal gun<br>And shot the cackling monarch dead.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=554413" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">So now, in Gordale’s gaping cleft, <br>Hushed, rugged rocks are loath to ring<br>Harsh echoes, since they are bereft<br>Of avian monarch, raven king.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=C.+Richard+Miles">C. Richard Miles</a></strong></div>