Please forgive a second rendering of this poem. I love ravens. I like all the corvids really but the ravens are truly brilliant and beautiful birds. And so I think on this poem from time to time. And I think about how I might do it a bit differently here and there, so that by the time a year has passed I wish to record it again. I have found these wonderful engravings by Gustave Dore' , two of which I believe I used with my last recording. I present them here now, with the poem respoken. It is the bleak December, is it not?