Annabel Lee
By Eddy Poe, 1849
It
was many and many a year ago, I was a child and she was a child, And this was the
reason that, long ago, The angels, not
half so happy in heaven, But our love it was stronger by far than the
love For the moon never beams without
bringing me dreams
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a
maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL
LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to
love and be loved by me.
In
this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more
than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged
seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew
out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her
highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up
in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that
was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That
the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my
Annabel Lee.
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than
we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down
under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the
beautiful Annabel Lee.
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars
never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel
Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my
darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there
by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
