Analysis of The Raven Blue

It was an un-starry dark ,
The sun came up dim and yellowish ,
The birds got numbed ,
And no voice did they cherish .

It was day light gray ,
People attempted to pray ,
The temple priest and the churchman ,
Felt the church a deserted land .

It was the morning of autumnal-evening ,
The day felt no awakening of dawn ,
The evening engulfed the usual morn ,
It was no dismay ,but a hang of night and day ,
It caught no sense ,but sense be there may .

It shrouded  the weather of raven blue ,
It was for the raven ,as the raven brought the clue ,
It was neither day nor night  but raven blue .

It  feathered the wings of the remotest pas ,
It stirred the shadows of future dust ,
For it was the rest of Time from all minds ,
And the raven was blue in the blue wind .

My me was reduced into spectre naught ,
And I felt the sea as barren-drought ,
The grassy lea with my acre of land ,
Faded  and stood with airy strand ,

Nothing could I remember ,
As I was dismayed with strange moan ,
The blue of the raven teased me beyond any  bourn ,
Yet I heard ,singing the bird ,a voice unknown ,