"The Fever Called "Living" Is Conquered At Last"
Context: The speaker in the poem is a man lying on his death-bed, where he contrasts the impressions that his situation makes on a beholder with the sensations that he is actually experiencing. Anyone seeing him quietly at rest in his narrow bed–so like a grave–might think him dead and might even pity him. In reality, he is happy, for the agonies of sickness and even of life itself are almost over; he has been soothed by the ministrations of Annie to whom the poem is addressed. Already the odours of unearthly flowers are coming to him; there is nothing to grieve over, for the life he is leaving is something that he does not regret. The poem is characteristic of Poe with his preoccupation with death and his conviction that his life had been a failure. The mood, if not the facts of the poem, is highly autobiographical.
Thank Heaven! the crisis–The danger is past,And the lingering illnessIs over at last–And the fever called "Living"Is conquered at last.