“Not long, not long my father said
Not long shall you be ours
The Raven King knows all too well
Which are the fairest flowers
The priest was all to worldly
Though he prayed and rang his bell
The Raven King three candles lit
The priest said it was well
Her arms were all too feeble
Though she claimed to love me so
The Raven King stretched out his hand
She sighed and let me go
The land is all to shallow
It is painted on the sky
And trembles like the wind-shook rain
When the Raven King goes by
For always and for always
I pray remember me
Upon the moors, beneath the stars
With the King’s wild company”
Chapter 3, The Stones of York, Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell, Susanna Clarke
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