XXIV
My Friend Annabel Lee to Me
AND after some days my friend Annabel Lee wrote me this upon a square of rice paper:
Boston,—Monday.
Dear Mary MacLane:—Don't you know a gorgon is the knowingest thing in the land?
You may believe what your friend says of fair lilies.
But have I ever said that I am a fair lily?
As for my eyes—they are good chiefly to see with. And they are bad for many things.
Yes—get thee home soon, child.
I miss you when I come to deck me
