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For Annie - Poem by Edgar Allan Poe

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
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 drunk of a water
That quenches all thirst:-

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 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
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
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.


Comments about For Annie by Edgar Allan Poe

  • Gold Star - 48,977 Points Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (6/10/2015 9:56:00 PM)

    The most dynamic of Poe's myriad of literary largess is his ability to send shivers down your spine with his horror/darkside verse...and then turn that shiver to tinglings as you read one of his many romantic works ~FjR~ (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 16,206 Points * Sunprincess * (4/26/2014 6:04:00 PM)

    ........my favourite stanzas
    ~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. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 59 Points Brett White (2/24/2014 12:46:00 PM)

    man that's beautiful (Report) Reply

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Poems About Fever

  1. 1. For Annie , Edgar Allan Poe
  2. 2. Evangeline: A Tale Of Acadie , Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
  3. 3. A Fever , John Donne
  4. 4. The Hand That Signed The Paper , Dylan Thomas
  5. 5. Forest Of Europe , Derek Walcott
  6. 6. Adolescence , Claude McKay
  7. 7. I Remembered , Sara Teasdale
  8. 8. Poem Fever , naida supnet
  9. 9. Courtship Of Miles Standish, The , Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
  10. 10. Futility , Claude McKay
  11. 11. Seasonal Cycle - Chapter 06 - Spring , Kalidasa
  12. 12. Cinema Calendar Of The Abstract Heart - 09 , Tristan Tzara
  13. 13. Life And Art , Emma Lazarus
  14. 14. At The Tavern , Paul Laurence Dunbar
  15. 15. Hiawatha And The Pearl-Feather , Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
  16. 16. In A Restaurant , Sara Teasdale
  17. 17. Famine, The , Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
  18. 18. The Shepherd’s Brow, Fronting Forked Lig.. , Gerard Manley Hopkins
  19. 19. Lxvi The Heart Of The Night , Dante Gabriel Rossetti
  20. 20. Thoughts On The Shape Of The Human Body , Rupert Brooke
  21. 21. Sonnet Cxix , William Shakespeare
  22. 22. A Kiss , Thomas Lux
  23. 23. Fragments - Lines 0173 - 0178 , Theognis
  24. 24. Sonnet Cxlvii , William Shakespeare
  25. 25. The Fever Monument , Richard Brautigan
  26. 26. Tamar , Robinson Jeffers
  27. 27. Greekism , Friedrich Schiller
  28. 28. The Spell Is Broke, The Charm Is Flown! , George Gordon Byron
  29. 29. Football Fever , Vijay Sai
  30. 30. Farewell To Malta , George Gordon Byron
  31. 31. Chicken Pox (Children) , C.J. Heck
  32. 32. Tristram And Iseult , Matthew Arnold
  33. 33. The Altar , Edwin Arlington Robinson
  34. 34. In The Kalahari Desert , Craig Raine
  35. 35. Réversibilité (Reversability) , Charles Baudelaire
  36. 36. **when You Catch That Fever! ! , RAJ NANDY
  37. 37. Francis Turner , Edgar Lee Masters
  38. 38. Death In A Ball-Room , Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
  39. 39. ! ! ! ! I'The Love Fever! ! ! ! , Dwi utami
  40. 40. Epitaph In A Church-Yard In Charleston, .. , Amy Lowell
  41. 41. The Fever-Dream , Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Nor ..
  42. 42. Why Do The Clock-Hopperssing , Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
  43. 43. God Rules Alway , Ella Wheeler Wilcox
  44. 44. The Child Of The Islands - Winter , Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Nor ..
  45. 45. Jack Honest, Or The Widow And Her Son , William Topaz McGonagall
  46. 46. A Man's Best Friend(Not A Poem, But A St.. , Chom Chom
  47. 47. The Baby's Vengeance , William Schwenck Gilbert
  48. 48. The Loving Shepherdess , Robinson Jeffers
  49. 49. The Nation Builders , George Essex Evans
  50. 50. /// Humor ***** Temperature , Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
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