mem (11/08/82)
c This is the last 4 (of 15) stanzas of this poem. [from] For Annie - Edgar Allen Poe 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 extinquished, She covered me warm, And prayed to the angels To keep me from harm- To the queen of the angles To shield me from harm. 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 of 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.