No Balm in Gilead 1
o Balm in Giliead by
Daniel Hartis POE Miss! But another drink, that I might better remember my sweet Virginia! ELIZA With another drink I fear you might forget her. POE Ah, were it that easy. ELIZA It’s midnight, you know. POE What care I how time advances? I’m drinking ale today! ELIZA Actually, you’re drinking absinthe. I’ll get you one more. POE My thanks, sweet Virginia. ELIZA For the last time, Mr. Poe -- I am not Virginia. POE But of course, my dear. But of course. ELIZA Last one. Here’s your muse. POE Alas, spirits are no longer a muse, nor even amusing. 'Twas agony to watch Virginia, The disease steadfastly consuming! Yet something came from those dim years. Lyrics from hurt -- words from tears!