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words 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 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 composed,
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, wit the fever
That maddened my brain--
Witht 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--
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 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.

Read by Jeanne Fontana -- Topline
Music: "The Fountain" by Jim Dexter
Synth and acoustic guitar by Jim Dexter
Electric Guitar: Bob Westcott
Recorded and mixed at
Sonic Underground Studio
Stony Brook, New York
by Jim Dexter and John Tabacco
and at The Blue Room
Miller Place, New York
by Bob Westcott
Mixed at Sonic Underground Studios
by Jim Dexter and John Tabacco

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