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For Annie | Poems by Edgar Allan Poe · Ririro.com - Poetry

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  Speaker 1: Thank Heaven, the crisis, the danger is past, and the
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  Speaker 1: lingering illness is over at last, and the fever called
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  Speaker 1: living is conquered at last. Sadly I know I am
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  Speaker 1: shorn of my strength, and no muscle I move as
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  Speaker 1: I lie at full length, But no matter, I feel
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  Speaker 1: I am better at length, and I rest so composedly
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  Speaker 1: now in my bed that any beholder might fancy me dead,
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  Speaker 1: might start at beholding me thinking me dead. The moaning
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  Speaker 1: and groaning, the sighing, and the sobbing are quieted now
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  Speaker 1: with that horrible throbbing at heart. Ah, that horrible, horrible throbbing.
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  Speaker 1: The sickness, the nausea, the pitiless pain have ceased with
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  Speaker 1: the fever that maddened my brain, with the fever called
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  Speaker 1: living that burned in my brain. And oh, of all tortures,
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  Speaker 1: that torture, the worst has abated, the terrible torture of thirst.
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  Speaker 1: For the Naphthalene river of passion accursed. I have drink
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  Speaker 1: of a water that quenches all thirst, of a water
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  Speaker 1: that flows with a lullaby sound, from a spring but
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  Speaker 1: a very few feet underground, from a cavern, not very
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  Speaker 1: far down underground, And all let it never be foolishly
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  Speaker 1: said that my room, it is gloomy and narrow, my bed,
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  Speaker 1: for man never slept in a different bed, And to
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  Speaker 1: sleep you must lumber in just such a bed. My
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  Speaker 1: tantalized spirit here blindly reposes forgetting or never regretting its roses,
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  Speaker 1: its old agitations of myrtles and roses. For now, while
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  Speaker 1: so quietly lying, it fancies a holier odor about it
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  Speaker 1: of pansies, a rosemary odor, commingled with pansies, with rue,
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  Speaker 1: and the beautiful puritan pans And so it lies happily
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  Speaker 1: bathing in many a dream of the truth and the
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  Speaker 1: beauty of Annie, drowned in a bath of the tresses
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  Speaker 1: of Annie. She tenderly kissed me, she fondly caressed, and
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  Speaker 1: then I fell gently to sleep on her breast, deeply
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  Speaker 1: to sleep from the heaven of her breast. When the
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  Speaker 1: light was extinguished, she covered me warm, and she prayed
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  Speaker 1: to the angels to keep me from harm, to the
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  Speaker 1: Queen of angels, to shield me from harm. And I
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  Speaker 1: lies so composedly now in my bed, knowing her love,
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  Speaker 1: that you fancy me dead. And I rest so contentedly
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  Speaker 1: now in my bed, with her love at my breast,
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  Speaker 1: that you fancy me dead, that you shudder to look
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  Speaker 1: at me, thinking me dead. But my heart, it is
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  Speaker 1: brighter than all the many stars in the sky, where
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  Speaker 1: it sparkles with any It glows with the light of
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  Speaker 1: the love of my Annie, with the thought of the
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  Speaker 1: light of the eyes of my Annie.