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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373651" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>For Annie</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thank Heaven! the crisis-<br> The danger is past,<br> And the lingering illness<br> Is over at last-<br> And the fever called &quot;Living&quot;<br> Is conquered at last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Sadly, I know<br> I am shorn of my strength,<br> And no muscle I move<br> As I lie at full length-<br> But no matter!-I feel<br> I am better at length.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And I rest so composedly,<br> Now, in my bed<br> That any beholder<br> Might fancy me dead-<br> Might start at beholding me,<br> Thinking me dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The moaning and groaning,<br> The sighing and sobbing,<br> Are quieted now,<br> With that horrible throbbing<br> At heart:- ah, that horrible,<br> Horrible throbbing!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The sickness- the nausea-<br> The pitiless pain-<br> Have ceased, with the fever<br> That maddened my brain-<br> With the fever called &quot;Living&quot;<br> That burned in my brain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And oh! of all tortures<br> That torture the worst<br> Has abated- the terrible<br> Torture of thirst<br> For the naphthaline river<br> Of Passion accurst:-<br> I have drunk of a water<br> That quenches all thirst:-</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Of a water that flows,<br> With a lullaby sound,<br> From a spring but a very few<br> Feet under ground-<br> From a cavern not very far<br> Down under ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And ah! let it never<br> Be foolishly said<br> That my room it is gloomy<br> And narrow my bed;<br> For man never slept<br> In a different bed-<br> And, to sleep, you must slumber<br> In just such a bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> My tantalized spirit<br> Here blandly reposes,<br> Forgetting, or never<br> Regretting its roses-<br> Its old agitations<br> Of myrtles and roses:</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> For now, while so quietly<br> Lying, it fancies<br> A holier odor<br> About it, of pansies-<br> A rosemary odor,<br> Commingled with pansies-<br> With rue and the beautiful<br> Puritan pansies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And so it lies happily,<br> Bathing in many<br> A dream of the truth<br> And the beauty of Annie-<br> Drowned in a bath<br> Of the tresses of Annie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> She tenderly kissed me,<br> She fondly caressed,<br> And then I fell gently<br> To sleep on her breast-<br> Deeply to sleep<br> From the heaven of her breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> When the light was extinguished,<br> She covered me warm,<br> And she prayed to the angels<br> To keep me from harm-<br> To the queen of the angels<br> To shield me from harm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And I lie so composedly,<br> Now, in my bed,<br> (Knowing her love)<br> That you fancy me dead-<br> And I rest so contentedly,<br> Now, in my bed,<br> (With her love at my breast)<br> That you fancy me dead-<br> That you shudder to look at me,<br> Thinking me dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But my heart it is brighter<br> Than all of the many<br> Stars in the sky,<br> For it sparkles with Annie-<br> It glows with the light<br> Of the love of my Annie-<br> With the thought of the light<br> Of the eyes of my Annie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edgar+Allan+Poe">Edgar Allan Poe</a><div class=q>
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 The danger is past,
 And the lingering illness
 Is over at last-
 And the fever called &quot;Living&quot;
 Is conquered at last.

 Sadly, I know
 I am shorn of my strength,
 And no muscle I move
 As I lie at full length-..."></div>
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