a girl  named ANNABEL LEE instead,
but
      seldom marches in a storm like
Petunia, and Rose, and Lily did,
       Goodbye
to Beverly, to Virginia, to Lucy
       to anyone not named Petunia,
who just wallowed in to my garden of Eden
                 and plopped right down,
midst the May-dew , blown on a warm wind ,
            before the rains set in,
and made her self so     comfortable.