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 EDGAR ALLAN POE

A rosemary odour,

Commingled with pansies With rue and the beautiful

Puritan panbies.

And so it lies happily,

Bathing in many A dream of the truth

And the beauty of Annie Drown 'd in a bath

Of the tresses of Annie.

She tenderly kiss'd me.

She fondly caress'd, 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 cover'd me warm,

And she pray'd to the angels To keep me from harm

To the queen of the angels To shield me from harm.

And I He so composedly,

Now, in my bed (Knowing her love),

That you fancy me dead And I rest so contentedly,

Now, in my bed

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