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- 1849
- FOR ANNIE
- by Edgar Allan Poe
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- Thank Heaven! the crisis-
- The danger is past,
- And the lingering illness
- Is over at last-
- And the fever called "Living"
- Is conquered at last.
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- Sadly, I know
- I am shorn of my strength,
- And no muscle I move
- As I lie at full length-
- But no matter!-I feel
- I am better at length.
-
- And I rest so composedly,
- Now, in my bed
- That any beholder
- Might fancy me dead-
- Might start at beholding me,
- Thinking me dead.
-
- The moaning and groaning,
- The sighing and sobbing,
- Are quieted now,
- With that horrible throbbing
- At heart:- ah, that horrible,
- Horrible throbbing!
-
- The sickness- the nausea-
- The pitiless pain-
- Have ceased, with the fever
- That maddened my brain-
- With the fever called "Living"
- That burned in my brain.
-
- And oh! of all tortures
- That torture the worst
- Has abated- the terrible
- Torture of thirst
- For the naphthaline river
- Of Passion accurst:-
- I have drunk of a water
- That quenches all thirst:-
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- Of a water that flows,
- With a lullaby sound,
- From a spring but a very few
- Feet under ground-
- From a cavern not very far
- Down under ground.
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- And ah! let it never
- Be foolishly said
- That my room it is gloomy
- And narrow my bed;
- For man never slept
- In a different bed-
- And, to sleep, you must slumber
- In just such a bed.
-
- My tantalized spirit
- Here blandly reposes,
- Forgetting, or never
- Regretting its roses-
- Its old agitations
- Of myrtles and roses:
-
- For now, while so quietly
- Lying, it fancies
- A holier odor
- About it, of pansies-
- A rosemary odor,
- Commingled with pansies-
- With rue and the beautiful
- Puritan pansies.
-
- And so it lies happily,
- Bathing in many
- A dream of the truth
- And the beauty of Annie-
- Drowned in a bath
- Of the tresses of Annie.
-
- She tenderly kissed me,
- She fondly caressed,
- And then I fell gently
- To sleep on her breast-
- Deeply to sleep
- From the heaven of her breast.
-
- When the light was extinguished,
- She covered me warm,
- And she prayed to the angels
- To keep me from harm-
- To the queen of the angels
- To shield me from harm.
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- And I lie so composedly,
- Now, in my bed,
- (Knowing her love)
- That you fancy me dead-
- And I rest so contentedly,
- Now, in my bed,
- (With her love at my breast)
- That you fancy me dead-
- That you shudder to look at me,
- Thinking me dead.
-
- But my heart it is brighter
- Than all of the many
- Stars in the sky,
- For it sparkles with Annie-
- It glows with the light
- Of the love of my Annie-
- With the thought of the light
- Of the eyes of my Annie.
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- -THE END-
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