graverobbers

'And alien tears will fill for him

Pity's long broken urn

For his mourners will be outcast men

And outcasts always mourn'

April is the cruellest month, breeding

Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing

Memory and desire, stirring

Dull roots with spring rain " Leave my loneliness unbroken! -quit the bust above my door!  Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"       Quoth the Raven "Nevermore"