ANNABELLE LEE
Author: Edgar Allan Poe
It was many and many a year ago,
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.
I was a child and she was a child,
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.
And this was the reason
that, long ago,
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 sepulcher
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not
half so happy in heaven,
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.
But our love was stronger by far than the love
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.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
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 sepulcher there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.