mem (11/08/82)
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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.