Text: Edgar Allan Poe (ed. Killis Campbell), “For Annie,” The Poems of Edgar Allan Poe, Ginn and Company, 1917, pp. 129-133


[page 129, continued:]


Thank Heaven! the crisis —

The danger is past,

And the lingering illness

Is over at last —


And the fever called “Living”

Is conquered at last.

Sadly, I know

I am shorn of my strength,

And no muscle I move


As I lie at full length —

But no matter! — I feel

I am better at length.

And I rest so composedly

Now, in my bed, [page 130:]


That any beholder

Might fancy me dead —

Might start at beholding me,

Thinking me dead.

The moaning and groaning,


The sighing and sobbing,

Are quieted now,

With that horrible throbbing

At heart: — ah that horrible,

Horrible throbbing!


The sickness — the nausea —

The pitiless pain —

Have ceased with the fever

That maddened my brain —

With the fever called “Living”


That burned in my brain.

And oh! of all tortures

That torture the worst

Has abated — the terrible

Torture of thirst


For the naphthaline river

Of Passion accurst: —

I have drank of a water

That quenches all thirst: —

Of a water that flows,


With a lullaby sound, [page 131:]

From a spring but a very few

Feet under ground —

From a cavern not very far

Down under ground.


And ah! let it never

Be foolishly said

That my room it is gloomy

And narrow my bed;

For man never slept


In a different bed —

And, to sleep, you must slumber

In just such a bed.

My tantalized spirit

Here blandly reposes,


Forgetting, or never

Regretting, its roses —

Its old agitations

Of myrtles and roses:

For now, while so quietly


Lying, it fancies

A holier odor

About it, of pansies —

A rosemary odor,

Commingled with pansies —


With rue and the beautiful

Puritan pansies.

And so it lies happily,

Bathing in many [page 132:]

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 breast —

Deeply 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 dead —

And I rest so contentedly,


Now, in my bed,

(With her love at my breast)

That you fancy me dead —

That you shudder to look at me,

Thinking me dead: —


But my heart it is brighter

Than all of the many [page 133:]

Stars in the sky,

For it sparkles with Annie —

It glows with the light


Of the love of my Annie —

With the thought of the light

Of the eyes of my Annie.




[The following variants appear at the bottom of page 129:]

8 I am: Transposed to end of line 7 in F.O.U.

[The following variants appear at the bottom of page 130:]

18 F. O. U. transposes the fifth stanza (lines 25-30) to follow this line.

22 With that: F. O. U. substitutes and the, and transposes to the end of line 21.

23 ah: O (F. O. U.).

31 oh: ah (F. O. U.).

36 Passion: glory (F. O. U.).

[The following variants appear at the bottom of page 131:]

41 spring but: fountain (F. O. U.).

48 Be: Transposed to the end of line 45 in F. O. U.

[The following variants appear at the bottom of page 132:]

69 truth: love (F. O. U.).

75 From the: Transposed to end of line 77 in F. O. U.

[The following variants appear at the bottom of page 133:]

97 in: of (F. O. U., H.J.); sky: heaven (F. O. U.).

99 light: fire (F. O. U.).







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