For Annie

(taken from 'For Annie' by Edgar Allan Poe)

Thank you for the crisis

The danger is past

And the lingering illness

Is over 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 better at lenghth

And I lie so composedly

Now I'm in my bed

That any beholder

Might fancy me dead

And start to beholding me,

Thinking me dead

Thinking me dead.

Sadly I know

I am shorn of my strength

And no muscle I move

As I lie at full length.

And no muscle I move,

As I lie at full lenght...