EDGAR ALLAN FOE

A holier odour

About it, of pansies A rosemary odour,

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 Drown'd in a bath

Of the tresses of Annie.

She tenderly kiss'd me,

She fondly caress'd, And then I fell gently

To sleep on her breast Deeply to sleep

From the heaven of her breast.

When the light was extinguish^,

She cover' d me warm, And she pray'd 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

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