And, ah! let it never Be foolishly said, That my room it is gloomy In a different bed And, to sleep, you must slumber In just such a bed. IX. My tantalised spirit Here blandly reposes, Forgetting, or never Regretting, its roses Its old agitations Of myrtles and roses : X. For now, while so quietly Lying, it fancies A holier odour About it, of pansies A rosemary odour, Commingled with pansies With rue and the beautiful Puritan pansies. XI. And so it lies happily, A dream of the truth And the beauty of AnnieDrowned in a bath Of the tresses of Annie. XII. She tenderly kissed me, And then I fell gently To sleep on her breast Deeply to sleep From the heaven of her breast. XIII. When the light was extinguished, She covered me warm, And she prayed to the angels To keep me from harmTo the queen of the angels To shield me from harm. XIV. And I lie so composedly, 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. Than all of the many Stars in the sky, For it sparkles with Annie It glows with the light Of the love of my AnnieWith the thought of the light eyes of my Annie. Of the ROME.-A Hall in a Palace. ALESSANDRA and CASTIGLIONE. Alessandra. Thou art sad, Castiglione. Castiglione. Sad-not I. Oh, I'm the happiest, happiest man in Rome! * "Politian' was a juvenile production, and is the least meritorious work Poe has left.-ED. Aless. Methinks thou hast a singular way of showing Thy happiness! What ails thee, cousin of mine? Why didst thou sigh so deeply? Cas. Did I sigh? I was not conscious of it. It is a fashion, A silly-a most silly fashion, I have When I am very happy. Aless. Thou didst. hast indulged Did I sigh? (Sighing.) Thou art not well. Thou Too much of late, and I am vexed to see it. Cas. (musing.) Nothing, fair cousin, nothing—not even deep sorrow Wears it away like evil hours and wine. I will amend. Aless. Do it! I would have thee drop Thy riotous company, too-fellows low born And Alessandra's husband. Cas. I will drop them. Aless. Thou wilt- thou must. Attend thou also more To thy dress and equipage, they are over-plain |