Here you will find the Poem How Annandale Went Out of poet Edwin Arlington Robinson
?They called it Annandale?and I was there To flourish, to find words, and to attend: Liar, physician, hypocrite, and friend, I watched him; and the sight was not so fair As one or two that I have seen elsewhere: An apparatus not for me to mend? A wreck, with hell between him and the end, Remained of Annandale; and I was there. ?I knew the ruin as I knew the man; So put the two together, if you can, Remembering the worst you know of me. Now view yourself as I was, on the spot? With a slight kind of engine. Do you see? Like this ? You wouldn?t hang me? I thought not.?