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 odour

About it, of pansies

A rosemary odour,

Commingled with 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 harmTo 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—

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 AnnieWith the thought of the light

Of the eyes of my Annie.

BRIDAL BALLAD.

THE ring is on my hand,

And the wreath is on my brow;

Satins and jewels grand

Are all at my command,

And

And I am happy now.

my lord he loves me well;

But, when first he breathed his vow

I felt my bosom swell

For the words rang as a knell,

And the voice seemed his who fell

In the battle down the dell,

And who is happy now.