Intimate Stranger - For Annie

(taken from 'For Annie' by Edgar Allan Poe)

Thank you for the crisis
The danger is past
And the lingering illness
Is over 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 better at lenghth
And I lie so composedly
Now I'm in my bed
That any beholder
Might fancy me dead
And start to beholding me,
Thinking me dead
Thinking me dead.

Sadly I know
I am shorn of my strength
And no muscle I move
As I lie at full length.
And no muscle I move,
As I lie at full lenght...