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 high-born kinsman
came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre,
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angel, 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.