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Annabel Lee
by Edgar
Allan Poe, 1849
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 sepulchre
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
it 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
sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by
the sounding sea. |
