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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.

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 ail 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.


HEED not that my earthly lot

Hath little of Earth in it
That years of love have been forgot

In the hatred of a minute :
I mourn not that the desolate

Are happier, sweet, than I,
But that you sorrow for my fate

Who am a passer-by.


HE ring is on my hand,

And the wreath is on my brow; Satins and jewels grand Are all at my command,

And I am happy now.

And my lord he loves me well ;

But, when first he breathed his vow, I felt my bosom swell For the words rang as a knell, And the voice seemed his who fell In the battle down the dell,

And who is happy now. But he spoke to reassure me,

And he kissed my pallid brow, While a reverie came o'er me, And to the church-yard bore me, And I sighed to him before me, Thinking him dead D'Elormie,

“Oh, I am happy now !” And thus the words were spoken,

And this the plighted vow, And, though my faith be broken, And, though my heart be broken, Behold the golden token

That proves me happy now! Would God I could awaken!

For I dream I know not how, And my soul is sorely shaken Lest an evil step be taken, Lest the dead who is forsaken

May not be happy now.


ELOVED! amid the earnest woes

That crowd around my earthly path

(Drear path, alas! where grows Not even one lonely rose) –

My soul at least a solace hath
In dreams of thee, and therein knows
An Eden of bland repose.

And thus my memory is to me

Like some enchanted far-off isle
In some tumultuous sea
Some ocean throbbing far and free

With storms — but where meanwhile
Serenest skies continually

Just o'er that one bright island smile.

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