| Annabel Lee 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 wingèd 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 high-born kinsmen 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 one 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.
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