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 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 kinsmen 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 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 her sepulcher there by the sea—

    In her tomb by the side of the

    sea.