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 AnnieDrowned 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, That you fancy me dead;- 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 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 -Edgar Allen Poe. A Farewell. Y fairest child, I have no song to give you; My fortat could pipe to skies so dull and gray; Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever Do noble things, not dream them, all day long And so make life, death, and that vast forever, One grand, sweet song. |