The New York herald., 1875-12-29
ANNIE LEE.

COLONEL JOHN A. JOYCE
rThe facts of this poetic story from actual life,
lated the author many years ago by relative OF
oAnnic Lee, whose father a wrecker the North
Atlantic The sailor boy, lover and maniac have
long since passed over the river OF time but the
ory oftheir tate still fingers in loving heartsl
Resting on a crag gaze upon the deep,
While ocean zephyrs lull the waves 10 sleep,
And wild birds screaming in their homeward flight
Hasten the shadows of returning night
The sun is sinking in the lonely wave,
The cricket chirps beside the grass grown grave
The harvest moon is rising into view
Sad and alone, Pm thinking dear OF you.
Your bark is bounding oer the deep blue sea,
Your heart is thinking now Of home and me-
While fairy messengers impart the charm
That God will watch and save you from all harm
The winds up and lash the ocean Wild
The sky has changed and storm clouds are Piled
Upon the bosom OF the rolling sea
That chants requiem back to Annie Lee
Ny heart is sinking like the sun at rest,
Whose light is smothercd in the distant west;
Yet hope is prompt and fondy turns TO say
The darkest night brings in the brightest day
Wait 'till the morning when the sunlight breaks
Upon the tide, where 0rean shakes
His glory the world in peace and love
Thy soul shall bask in glory from above
Sleep lovely Annie, dream Of Harry Moore,
Who wanders lonely foreign shore,
And sends across the deep phantom sigh,
Saill sounding in thy soul, his last good-by;
As on the beach he clasped your angel form
Before he launched alone to wave and storm
Ten years roll by, and Annie waits SO true
him who wandcrs Ter the ocean Olue,
And in her heart the light oflove still giows
For Harry Moore who, lost TO friends and foes,
Long since Dame Rumor buried down at sea,
Only thought OF now, by darling Annie Lee
Who through the creeping years would weep ana lag
At sunset hour upon that mountain crag
Where last she saw that ship that held her prids
Vanish like q dream upon the bounding toe
A parents opportunities at least prevailed
And Annie as a bride. In heart bewailed
The hour that tied the silver knot in haste
Upon soul repentant; like waste
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Arrayed in spotlcss white fair Annie stood
With Charley Cooper, innocent and good,
Whose heartfelt iutter rose IN love and life
With Annie Lee, the beauty, bride and wife.
NO! not wife to him. The parson just began
The marriage service, when, strange and lone, an
Stepped on the scene, claimed aoud-and svore
That Annie Lee wife TO Harry Moore;
Who then and there produced the legal prize
That ten long years he'd worn in foreign skies;
That voice and parchment brought TO Annics mind.
The fondest mortal always true and kind,
she raised her eyes with outsretched armi she few
To Harry Moore who casped her form anew,
And kissed the lovely lips Of Annie Lee,
Who only mocked the marriage-brt 70 see
How fate would end the trouble and the strife
or one who knew herself loving wife,
And placed beneath her belt IN secret JOY
A dagger sharp; and keenly to destroy
The heart and soul that loved sailor boy.
Charley Cooper gazed IN wild alarm
With bounding steps he rushed into the storm,
And left the cot where oft the fires OF owe
Shone on his soul like glory from above.
Throughout the night ne wandered faTRnd vice
A ravng maniac with phantom bridl
That lured him to the top Of Ocean Gaze,
And, leaping high In air, sank meath the wave
That wrapped him in lonely, watrygrave
Annie Lee would often stroll upon tn, strand
With Charley Moore and Harry. hanc in hand,
And 10 her budding boy would tell hcw-long ago
The ocean drank poor Cooper and hi woe.
Fifty years have passed, and yet is seen
The tragic rock with living forests geen,
Mantling It's head, and signing TO ttn wave
That huns requiem o'er Cooper's irave.
And the stranger wanders TO the spot,
Where love nestled in the glowing cot,
The broken hearthstone only meetsths
And tangled wild weeds mngles with the few
Sad relics that time and tide have st
i On memory's altar-never TO forgcl
| Two lonely graves upon the hill wemeet;
/ The sad sea signing loud. while at eur feet
! The buebells peep In modest radiant charm;
! The brier runs-negected is the folm
| That once supported Harry Mooreand Annie Lee,
/ Asleep in purest love- down by th, sounding