My Friend Annabel Lee — My Friend Annabel Lee to Me

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 mornings with my lavender slip and my scarlet frock.

And the gold marguerites have not been brushed since you went away.

Naught have I to bear me company except Ellen, the faithful little tan deer--and she can not wait upon me, and she cannot worship me.

What hast done with Martha Goneril the cat?

I would fain you had left her here.

But Mary MacLane--_you_.

Do you know about it?

YOUR FRIEND ANNABEL LEE.

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