At five that morning, Edgar Allan Poe met the fate anticipated in his poem To Annie: Thank Heaven! the crisis— The danger is past, And the lingering illness, Is over at last— And the Fever called ‘Living’ Is conquer’d at last.
Paul Collins
At five that morning, Edgar Allan Poe met the fate anticipated in his poem To Annie: Thank Heaven! the crisis— The danger is past, And the lingering illness, Is over at last— And the Fever called ‘Living’ Is conquer’d at last.