Forgetting, or never Of myrtles and roses : For now, while so quietly 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, A dream of the truth And the beauty of Annie Drowned in a bath Of the tresses of Annie. She tenderly kissed me, 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. VOL. VII. -8 A VALENTINE.1 Το FOR her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes, Shall find her own sweet name, that, nestling lies a talisman an amulet That must be worn at heart. Search well the measure The words - the syllables! Do not forget Three eloquent words oft uttered in the hearing Like the knight Pinto Mendez Ferdinando Still form a synonym for Truth. Cease trying! You will not read the riddle, though you do the best you can do. 1 The MS. in the possession of Mrs. W. M. Griswold, dated "Valentine's Eve, 1848," differs only in punctuation from the Union Magazine text here given. An earlier form will be found in the Notes. - ED. TO MY MOTHER. BECAUSE I feel that, in the Heavens above, And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you, My mother my own mother, who died early, Was but the mother of myself; but you Are mother to the one I loved so dearly, And thus are dearer than the mother I knew By that infinity with which my wife Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life. ANNABEL LEE. Ir was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea That a maiden there lived whom you may know And this maiden she lived with no other thought I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love - With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven And this was the reason that, long ago, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling So that her highborn kinsmen came To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me Yes! that was the reason (as all men know, That the wind came out of the cloud by night, |