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First Line: Thank heaven! The crisis - / the danger is past
Last Line: Of the eyes of my annie.
Variant Title(s): Convalescence
Subject(s): Death; Love; Dead, The

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 O, of all tortures
That torture the worst
Has abated, -- the terrible
Torture of thrist
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 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.

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