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Rh Of a water that flows, With a lullaby sound, 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 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—

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—