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For man never slept
In a different bedAnd, to sleep, you must slumber
In just such a bed.
My tantalized spirit
Here blandly reposes. Forgetting, or never
Regretting its rosesIts old agitations
Of myrtles and roses :
For now, while so quietly
Lying, it fancies A holier odour
About it, of pansiesA rosemary odour,
Commingled with pansiesWith rue and the beautiful
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 breastDeeply to sleep
From the heaven of her breast.
When the light was extinguished
She covered me warm,
To keep me from harm-
To shield me from harm.
And I lie so composedly,
Now, in my bed, (Knowing her love)
That you fancy me deadAnd I rest so contentedly,
Now, in my bed, (With her love at my breast)
That you fancy me deadThat you
shudder to look at me, Thinking me dead :
But my heart it is brighter
Than all of the many Stars in the sky,
For it sparkles with Annie It glows with the light
Of the love of my AnnieWith the thought of the light
Of the eyes of my Annie.
I HEED not that my earthly lot
Hath-little of Earth in itThat 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.
BRIDAL BALL AD.
The ring is on my hand,
And the wreath is on my brow;
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.