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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

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 breastDeeply 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 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.

TO

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;
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.

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